This is a song about "Joe and vane"

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

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

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

Other niggas infatuated with rappin' nice but joe is blow,

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

And inhospitable,

Lady at the frank stand will

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes