This is a song about "Joe dixon"

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

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

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

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

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

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the