This is a song about "You sound like a robot"

You sound thirstier than a mothafuckin drought.

Why every five minutes niggas walking out

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

May i ask that you cut the wack shit? sound like a 12 year old,

Try to sound unique rather than a generic robot,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

I advise you to hide and not make a sound

It is breaking me down, no more friend around