This is a song about "Singapore three or more"

Or they'll be more shit in it.

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

Three weeks no peep or a even a sound

So read this over once, twice or even three times.

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

They fasting they won't leave me ate

No more bang bang getting neutered or spayed

You'd have three chins n' a more than a portly waist

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through