This is a song about "Ain t perfect"

And we may not be perfect

Ever since my daddy left

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

She was wet off the bat

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

He gave 'em the platform

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

Shout out donny sublime

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

And we may not be perfect