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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

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

All i have is my suffering and pain

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Gangstas dying from day to day

She can't know where my mother stay

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

Your brains just caves in, when, im busting out like unborn children,

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

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