This is a song about "Briefcase joe"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

And is it cliche if i say imma pack my briefcase/

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

They love me cause they love an average joe

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

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Like the show the following? the part where joe carol dies?

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

Once upon a time not long ago

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Upgraded to fat joe and i strap yo bitch to the back of my car,