This is a song about "Ain t perfect"

Until you came i was perfect

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

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

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

So insecure, no one's perfect

Now move a little bit to the left

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground