This is a song about "Junk"

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Probably because you got that autistic junk in your head

And junk food that's been feeding me.

My slight fo's just talk dirty

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

You're wasting space like junk mail and sperm whales,

Then '09 came, them bad record sales

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk