This is a song about "Jeff robots"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Rub the wood and ima show em love

You a young jeff bridges,