This is a song about "Vodka babies"

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Drinking vodka that's flavored like hot cinnamon

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

And with no discussion i'm rushing straight to the vodka

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Let's have a toast for this new love

Suspicious babies in britches