This is a song about "Sloppy joes"

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

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

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

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Let the best man win, you call it sloppy seconds

Like, "yo why are your raps so fucking sloppy"

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

I might write sloppy and my fast rhymes might get slurred

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky