This is a song about "Children in the slums of mumbai suffering from disease leptospirosis"

Jack the rippers an amatuer compaired to me, im the killer creature children are afraid of,

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sini'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

Actors got paid to spread the disease

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

My sting has a suffering throb i dream and hope of win ning the gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

All the innocent little children

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums

And i’m no ‘los rogers, no mike williams

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

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

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

We go to our spiritual rituals thinking its gonna cause some kind of miracle,

Shoot up children in a matter of a minute, media forecast, this criminal