This is a song about "Joe presser"

I need a backyard full court size

You and joe bros for life

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

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

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

They love me cause they love an average joe

The world looking out, they on the front row

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

I gonna take it really nice and slow

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