This is a song about "Singapore three or more"

Normally i order three or four of these

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

To something i don't deserve. words hurt more than sticks or stones.

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

I'll take 1,2, or 3 atleast more than me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Or they put in hard work and wanted it more then breathing

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Eating competition like a carnivore three plates deep coming back for more

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Is it for the best or is it doing more harm?