This is a song about "Robots don t smoke"

I know you just doing your job

I smoke on the best smoke

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Since i was killed by the don,

Pay dues like a hair salon

We buy out stores till its all too gone

It's the don rapping at the dawn

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

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

A military mind mean money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war