This is a song about "Sloppy joes"

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

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

Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believei pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Over, sloppy seconds is my preference

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Let the best man win, you call it sloppy seconds