This is a song about "Junk"

Since you love working that chrome junk

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

And junk food that's been feeding me.

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Probably because you got that autistic junk in your head

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew