This is a song about "Joe passante"

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

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

They love me cause they love an average joe

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

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

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

They say i talk like im god body

Like my name is joe scottie

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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