This is a song about "Kie an joe slice"

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

I got alotta phones

While wearing blindfolds /i'll slice throats

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

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

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Cause every song you make, joe, is really ho music

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit