This is a song about "Talk junk"

Helicopters on the set of my sales

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

Ima talk about this bitch michelle...

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

I’m coming back like light-skin and

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

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Now you got me hopped up on that

I talk about real shit

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Probably because you got that autistic junk in your head