This is a song about "Joe beck"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Upgraded to fat joe and i strap yo bitch to the back of my car,

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe