This is a song about "Cotton eyed joe"

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

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

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

The one eyed cyclops, from the hip hop black ops, ready or not i cant stop.

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

Ok fuck it/i lied/i'm a green eyed monster/

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

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

Your lines are sloppy, might as well call you joe.

I've been fly, i'd could probably show