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

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

Stab my self to death and end the suffering tonight

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children