This is a song about "Brief case joe"

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Booze? i think i'll have a case

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

I'm doing shit i never might of did

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Other niggas infatuated with rappin' nice but joe is blow,

Cause every song you make, joe, is really ho music

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys