This is a song about "Runied vaginas after child birth"

The lord surely touched my baby girl from birth.

I've become immune to you no name haters

That she miscarried your birth,

This one's for the lovers

Says money in the air

Child support and welfare

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

And word i blew off herb i grew

Quays made a baby his birth rates new

I am of blue blood, had a noble birth

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Thats what child support did,

Lobsters and shrimp im good

It was just the four of us uptown corners

You rawer than an aborted baby at birth,