This is a song about "Uncle joe"

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

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

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt

And when i start to rise

You and joe bros for life

Uncle tom's hittin the rock that i'm weighing on scales

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Even uncle sam agrees.

Ain't nothing here minimal

While i'm sayin' b.o.b's your uncle