This is a song about "Sloppy seconds"

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

I get my cake; i love hip hop

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

But what have i got to lose, somewhat a few seconds

Let the best man win, you call it sloppy seconds

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Those seconds are precious like hours

So you finally got the nerve

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

You proper stopping motion sloppy slow and awfully old

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

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

When i'm with you, hours feel like seconds.

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love