This is a song about "Sloppy joe"

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Like the show the following? the part where joe carol dies?

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

Like my name is joe scottie

Now it might sound cocky

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Before i'm in it, sloppy finish and then lets

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though