This is a song about "Sloppy lines"

Let the best man win, you call it sloppy seconds

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

And it starts cruising through blue lines

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

I might write sloppy and my fast rhymes might get slurred