This is a song about "Joe s mom"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

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

Well go cry to your mom

No tats dey for my arm