This is a song about "Jeff robots"

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

You a young jeff bridges,

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops