This is a song about "Jeff robots"

It’s official, she my misses

You a young jeff bridges,

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards