This is a song about "Sloppy joes"

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Let the best man win, you call it sloppy seconds

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

So fuckin fly i got everyones bitch givin me sloppy

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Sloppy seconds, we can get it if you with it so just hit it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Over, sloppy seconds is my preference

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

On they twitter writing novels, see