This is a song about "Joe greenwood"

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Like the show the following? the part where joe carol dies?

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

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

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Your lines are sloppy, might as well call you joe.

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

18 year sentence with no parole

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Sky high, iced out paradise

You and joe bros for life