This is a song about "Jeff robots"

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

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

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

See boy she been in love

You a young jeff bridges,