This is a song about "Rap and robots"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

But when it comes to rap and me,

And sense when because i rap,

I'mma sign that work and release that

And crap rap took off and flew/

I think i could save you

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

And my rap is a lecture

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

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

And yea i know i cant rap

Saying they this and that

Can't stand without writing rap and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different