This is a song about "Joe aric beamon"

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

You and joe bros for life

Hop in and let me test drive

Like my name is joe scottie

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Cause every song you make, joe, is really ho music

They love me cause they love an average joe

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

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

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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