This is a song about "Joe hockey"

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

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

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though