This is a song about "Junk"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

I be gettin' money

And junk food that's been feeding me.

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

She got me caught up in the moment

Since you love working that chrome junk

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk