This is a song about "Joe olan"

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

Then put it into sex drive

You and joe bros for life

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Timmy got his bike stole

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

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