This is a song about "Simulations and computations"

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

And remember what i said and

Yo, i'll bet she be back

And like to boast and brag

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Tell them niggas they slipping

And nasty remains and bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

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

Hey, must be the money

And a fridge and some broccoli