This is a song about "I m in singapore"

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

To this corner office is so enormous

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

They only got fuck up lookin m&m's in this

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis