This is a song about "Jeff robots"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

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

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

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

You a young jeff bridges,

But you hate them navel kisses