This is a song about "Jeff robots"

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Fucking each others moms

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

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

You a young jeff bridges,

She can make a pimp fall in love

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box