This is a song about "Talk junk"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

Entertain yourself whilst i talk,

Put my trust in my dog

I visualize they day we talk

Separate us, from what jay brought

Capslock cause we only talk capital

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And junk food that's been feeding me.

I was wondering maybe

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

One night love: i'mma need that

I talk about real shit