This is a song about "Let s fight robots"

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

Let me mom know i got in a fight and guns were dispersed

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

You can burn the mic, try not fight, let it go, let it flow, man you, you can do it,

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Y’all only in it for the cars

Bad, just like an 80's car

I know i've came so far