This is a song about "Joe kindler"

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.

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

They love me cause they love an average joe

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

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

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

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe