This is a song about "Sloppy joes"

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

I was sloppy but i got the job done, one night when she was home alone.

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Let the best man win, you call it sloppy seconds

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

She givin me top and its sloppy

And i did the video for really though

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