This is a song about "Sloppy lines"

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

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

I might write sloppy and my fast rhymes might get slurred

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Turn off the lights

I read it, the fine lines

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Slowed it down so now these lines,

All the time with this glock of mines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see