This is a song about "Joey ft"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

It's either 6 ft deep or penitentiary,

Letting the silence loom joey started his attack

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Unfortunately the little nigga's like 4 ft 3, the guys a fuckin' midget

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

She was trapped like a cash strapped gambler, joey finally snapped…

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Lemme spark it off unorthodox, joey bada$$,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

It's either 6 ft deep or penitentiary,

For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manyou always was committed

Unfortunately the little nigga's like 4 ft 3, the guys a fuckin' midget