This is a song about "Joe joe"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

They love me cause they love an average joe

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

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.

Hi my name is joe, ive got some skills id like to show off

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

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

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough