This is a song about "Joe kindler"

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

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

They love me cause they love an average joe

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Like my name is joe scottie

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.

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

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