This is a song about "Hazmat joe"

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

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

Let me rideuntil i get free

Like my name is joe scottie