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

And i'll enjoy your suffering,

But he don't rule a thing

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

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

All i have is my suffering and pain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Gangstas dying from day to day

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Stab my self to death and end the suffering tonight

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