This is a song about "Simulations and computations"

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

But my brother got a year

Don't gotta wait long

And once i'm dead and gone

That damier bag i bought her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And get it again and again

Riding around with ms. reece and them

For the low that nine cheap

And kill yourself and your clique