This is a song about "Joe hace"

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

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

De la soul is from the soul

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

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

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

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