This is a song about "Robot love"

That's that computer love

I wouldn't be famous

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Bitch, you're sounding monotone, workin' like a robot,

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Stir up coke rock like a robot and it's hot, you ain't even know it,

But you hate them navel kisses

Yet the things that i love

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Baby if you want my love

Or now they don't praise enough

Love rapping love sneakers above those

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes