This is a song about "Sloppy"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So fuckin fly i got everyones bitch givin me sloppy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Better step your game up cause it kinda looking sloppy,

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I might write sloppy and my fast rhymes might get slurred

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

He's a boring... sloppy mess. and him pouring... on these threats

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Yo hoe aint no good, her pussy is sloppy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see