This is a song about "Vodka babies"

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

We're lookin out for your babies mama

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

I don't really want no babies,

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

I'm killing off,all the babies

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

I'm why baby mamas leave

Because i'll eat yo babies

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

When she sees me she might have babies