This is a song about "Joe zampsupporter"

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

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

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

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

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,

You and joe bros for life

And when i start to rise

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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