This is a song about "Sloppy lines"

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Fighting sloppy,you could not knock me,off,you always looking soft,

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And it starts cruising through blue lines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

I might write sloppy and my fast rhymes might get slurred

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired