This is a song about "Jeff robots"

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

So she kisses the stars

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

You a young jeff bridges,

My nigga, its all love