This is a song about "Joe beamon"

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

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

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

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

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

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

De la soul is from the soul

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!