This is a song about "Junk"

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

[j] jeez, jesus is jabbin' my junk in justice juries.

Since you love working that chrome junk

Put the purp in the blunt

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

And junk food that's been feeding me.

We got money to go get baby

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different