This is a song about "Joe g"

We call each other homie g,

They say i talk like im god body

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

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

They gotta point em out baby

But ion show no love g

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

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

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

Trying to be a cool g

I got bigger problems baby