This is a song about "Jeff robots"

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

I be murdering bars

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

People know not but still they grind and work like robots,

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

You a young jeff bridges,