This is a song about "Jeff robots"

The you should look up in the stars

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

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

You a young jeff bridges,

Scholarship for my mistress