This is a song about "Joe seller"

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

The world looking out, they on the front row

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

Arms seller of high grade like a piff dispenser

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for