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

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Suffering and pain is what keeps me awake at night

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Stab my self to death and end the suffering tonight

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

And i'll enjoy your suffering, you think i'm bluffing,

I dont belive in marriages no children no wife

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook