This is a song about "Sloppy joes"

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Hoes and bros and average joes chillin' like a sick villain,

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

I might write sloppy and my fast rhymes might get slurred

They say i talk like im god body

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see