This is a song about "Tot and joe"

It's late and you stuck in my basement

And remember what i said and

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

And more than confident

Grab the scissors and saws and

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

And once i'm dead and gone

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!