This is a song about "Joe russom"

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

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

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.

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

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

I just shake dice

You and joe bros for life

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

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

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

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause