This is a song about "Joe picciano"

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

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

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

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

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Purify that woman soul

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

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

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