This is a song about "Old robot"

Workin' like a robot, and carry the heavy cannon,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Try to sound unique rather than a generic robot,

And don't think what you're old

The truth shall be told

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Work like a robot, rappers got the whole top,

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Money long from here to japan

Then those bitches who grew old.

And i drop top off in a hot cold

You see when i was 19 years old

Where i from, it get cold