This is a song about "Joe sister"

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

My pockets got paper on paper

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

I’m sorry i fucked your sister

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

So don't worry about me fuckin' your sister,

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

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Bored, so i'm packin' bowls / faster than the hands of an average joe

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

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

Or let the mob handle that

Sister act your ass man, sap