This is a song about "Simulation"

Simulation, at the rate they simulate you'll be in debt

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Tell me it's good for me, no more simulation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Same simulation of shit i spat about years ago remains in allocation

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation