This is a song about "Joe baldwin"

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

I chill now...cop a little ice later

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

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

I just shake dice

You and joe bros for life

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

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

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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.