This is a song about "Singapore pc mart"

You write hah that's cute i create bars that my pc can't compute

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Look it something they can't ever see

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

They're all a tuna marked in a super mart

I'm the real o. g on the pc, shoot g. a. t. t's need some vitamin oh gee!

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map