This is a song about "Mumbai"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses