This is a song about "Joe hockey"

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

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

They love me cause they love an average joe

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Skipped the jays game to watch junior b hockey

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Before we see it's hard to live

You and joe bros for life

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

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

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