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

Well its the pain and suffering that's stabbing me with a knife

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Gangstas dying from day to day

And all of that was okay

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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Stop the suffering and discomfort and try to take reign,

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

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

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

And dying every second im living

Know that it’s god working

And i'll enjoy your suffering,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens