This is a song about "Robots don t smoke"

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Since i was killed by the don,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

I got to make sure that i can play here

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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