This is a song about "Joe oslin"

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

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

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

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

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

They all need attention, they call me a g though

They love me cause they love an average joe

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though