This is a song about "Joe presser"

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

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

They love me cause they love an average joe

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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