This is a song about "Sloppy joes"

I might write sloppy and my fast rhymes might get slurred

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Over, sloppy seconds is my preference

Properly cocky an innuendo, look how far these props have got me while your lies are sloppy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Yo hoe aint no good, her pussy is sloppy

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see