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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

You're insane? you're putting bullets in my barain and i still aint dying

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

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

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,

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Alone in the world with no fear of dying