This is a song about "Vodka babies"

Lucky seven probably poppa

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Only soothed by vodka and rum

It's slight blemishes and life system

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies