This is a song about "Joe lewis"

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

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

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

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

Like my name is joe scottie

Hopin' that my niggas see

Bored, so i'm packin' bowls / faster than the hands of an average joe

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

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

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit