This is a song about "A perfect day"

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

My every words a perfect fit

One day everything i say is gonna make perfect sense

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Hutch's new album a perfect example

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

I work perfect combinations, a high chance i'm your favorite,

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

This like excellent paint a perfect picture

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

Its not a miss but a perfect hit and kissed at ya

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada