This is a song about "Ain t perfect"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

And the wrong time

Perfect picture frame'd/* perfect pitch of frames/*

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Third ward general, young cash money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Always make shit perfect

Ever since my daddy left

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

So insecure, no one's perfect