This is a song about "Joe flacco"

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

They love me cause they love an average joe

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

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

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow