This is a song about "Joe benett"

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

The world looking out, they on the front row

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

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

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

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

They love me cause they love an average joe

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

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

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