Nelly snatched Miss Jackson right off Floyd Mayweather Jr.’s arm. Mayweather’s money, couldn’t compete the the stiff erection in Nelly’s tongue. Miss Jackson spends days exercising, and posting flossy pictures on Instagram. Floyd Jr. was too immature to recognize a woman’s worth. Miss Jackson has upgraded her spirituality and bedroom performances. All she has is face and azz, and she can’t afford to lose Nelly to some ratchet video vixen, or pesky drug addiction.
All the shucking and jiving is great for social media, and hip hop soul mates…but what’s REALLY going on? Will Nelly eventually propose to Miss Jackson, despite her hysterectomy, and soiled cooty-cat?
