This is a song about "Joe maese"

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

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

You and joe bros for life

What we gotta do to survive

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Like my name is joe scottie

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

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