This is a song about "Joe wathen"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

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

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

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,

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

You make a nigga sing songs nice

You and joe bros for life

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

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

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

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit