This is a song about "Simulations and computations"

And get it again and again

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

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

Took the van, went snatch her

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I see a young teen

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues