Fuck It let's try rapping

I'm dead fresh autopsy, done deal hella profit , big Bill's big wallets ,you big talk we got big choppas , been serving them niggas while the feds watchin , you pussy you complain and copy ,I always kept it real with you , but you too artificial , should've known you was a box a rocks cause you ain't have no feelings , I was holding you down like you was metal, you was hard of listening , had to get thet money relocate and we became very distant, yo name ain't Victoria but I always had to keep yo secrets ,I say some jokes but I ain't playing I ain't no Adam sandler , I Was beating boxes back to back call me package handler ,