This is a song about "Tyler and joe"

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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

Grab the scissors and saws and

And get caught, in the moment

I fear no opponent

And remember what i said and

Going broke, no sir

Why so serious, tyler

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

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow