This is a song about "My junk"

Down in dallas at the all-star game

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My streaks my testament.

She forget about her husband

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

So anything do is everything to you

Just to go to liv on a sunday

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

But nah, he is quite different

These my rhymes and my story

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

If i don't make that man there dance