This is a song about "Joey votto"

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

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

Letting the silence loom joey started his attack

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

We got joey bada$$ and man, he'll soon be a star,

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.

Lemme spark it off unorthodox, joey bada$$,

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama