This is a song about "Joe t"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Cause this album pack enough evil

This is d j t j's sequel

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

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

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

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

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