This is a song about "Joe passante"

I just call it …remember all the dough

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

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

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

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

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick