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

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

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

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

Visible meaning that my spot will be unsinkable.every verse lay is a miracle,

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

I don't give a fuck, like a senior citizen

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division