This is a song about "Joe sister"

So before i go, you should harvest food

I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,

I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Your my sister and it hurts though i know takes a wile,

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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

Cause my flow's so cool it's like joe montana.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

Im like joe montana im bout to throw

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister