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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Screams, i thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,

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

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Home of the rappin disease

Promote sex to children under the age of ten,

We must, be the flyest of southerner men