This is a song about "Katie joe"

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Open up your contacts then scroll

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

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

Like my name is joe scottie

And not a copy

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

I don't think you understand me katie, no one does,