This is a song about "My junk"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

You reflect me, i love that about you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Then '09 came, them bad record sales

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Think fast, fast women

Grab my knife and my gun

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

They tryna get it in, we gotta point 'em out