This is a song about "Joe fist"

Take yo face and make you eat my fucking fist

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Never laid a fist on you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

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

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

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

But i heard my mother's voice so i hoisted my fist.

I am just an artist

Never the one to pass a fist

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

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