This is a song about "Army singapore"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

'cause i'm a monsta no one can stop me, not even the army.

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit

Cause the singapore kid is gonna rend a few sllyable spits

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes