This is a song about "Body of the perfect ass"

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

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Who wipes the life of people swiping purses so i can swipe it perfect

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Never tame to any part of the body/

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

No broke niggas in my circle we at the top , ill body yo ass and have choppa dropped

Some love makin' and homecookin'i'll see ya laterit don't take alot to keep a nigga hard

So fast, can't copy

Light skinned hell of a body

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

I'm just doing my thing, trying to think of the perfect rhyme/

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it