This is a song about "Veronica and her nutsack"

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

I am the streets, the future

And i think i like her

Are what i wrote and i sent her

Cause i can’t wait much longer

And i wanted all parts of her

We're made for each other

Call your girl up and meet her/

Shit i'm the the rapper

And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

I think veronica is in the corner shivering

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring