This is a song about "Junk"

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

Helicopters on the set of my sales

And the word most important

Since you love working that chrome junk

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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

She gonna dance when that molly through

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

The day before is better than the present

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

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease