This is a song about "The vet"

I'm the nigga with the juice

When they hear me rocking the groove

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

From the bottom to the top

The flooding of the nothing

Get it girl, keep that motor running

The truth but thats the way

Might as well pre pay

I'm a son of a gun

The bigger the the fun

In the heat of the summer,

And let them lames get your old number

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

No one notice your plight

In the face of the outside.