This is a song about "White joe"

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

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

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

They love me cause they love an average joe

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

Always strap so i was alright

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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

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

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