This is a song about "Children in mumbai suffering from leptospirosis and dying"

I wanted the money and never the fame

All i have is my suffering and pain

Come and test, if i'm the best, and everybody's dying

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

And reeled in all the children, lured em into the building and killed em

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Suffering in this mental prison that i'm stuck within,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Suffering and pain is what keeps me awake at night

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

There's children dying and i am crying

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

Killing men women and children day after day murdering in every way, the shits unimaginable,