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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

This prison has withered the children in need to be filled with a dinner, you see?

Children en-captured in the fact there's one thing he can't get

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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

You strapped to machines, barley alive. doctors saying its a miracle,

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Home of the rappin disease