This is a song about "Fat joe"

The only time i flirt with her

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Cause my flow's so cool it's like joe montana.

This maze i'm in amazes me at times

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

When i'm on it, on it like my job