This is a song about "Joe clarke"

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

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

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

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

Sky high, iced out paradise

You and joe bros for life

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Puffin' on stramonium. 'bout to go pro like joe and them/

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.

If they ain’t talking bout paper

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier