This is a song about "My junk"

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

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

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Since you love working that chrome junk

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

See, i'm second to no one

Grab my knife and my gun

My own unknown is my enemy,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three