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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

And i'll enjoy your suffering,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

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

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,

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Stab my self to death and end the suffering tonight

Gangstas dying from day to day

Round my motherfuckin way

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing