This is a song about "Sloppy lines"

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

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

Over, sloppy seconds is my preference

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Welcome to organized side of real lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

And it starts cruising through blue lines