This is a song about "Sloppy mustard love"

I might write sloppy and my fast rhymes might get slurred

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

He eats rows of em with mustard

Yeah you know i got that work

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

So fuckin fly i got everyones bitch givin me sloppy

Let the best man win, you call it sloppy seconds

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

And i did the video for really though

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos