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

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

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

See with a district columbia vision

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Stab my self to death and end the suffering tonight

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

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

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

Got problems, what? i can't say

Gangstas dying from day to day

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

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

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

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