This is a song about "Joe s gay"

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

People love hodgy i hate you though

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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

They all need attention, they call me a g though

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

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/

Because what you spit is gay,

Get in the mood on blacc friday

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

They love me cause they love an average joe