This is a song about "Sloppy seconds"

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand

All we need is convienient love

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

With the hoes getting sloppy oddly cocky

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Haters are lame, and they sloppy as seconds

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

(starts at 30 seconds... starts kinda fast)

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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