This is a song about "Joe"

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

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

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

You and joe bros for life

What we gotta do to survive

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

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