This is a song about "Briefcase joe"

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

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

Bored, so i'm packin' bowls / faster than the hands of an average joe

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

And i made it with that dope flow

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

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

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

You and joe bros for life

Rollin' down the four o five

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier