This is a song about "Joe joe"

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

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

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

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Cause my flow's so cool it's like joe montana.

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier