This is a song about "St joe"

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

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

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

Upgraded to fat joe and i strap yo bitch to the back of my car,

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

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

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