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

Bun b, i’m underground king

And i'll enjoy your suffering,

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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

Stand up misses i love your ambition

A dying dream, you even try in

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

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