This is a song about "Difficult to pur in words a perfect world"

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Even when difficult, in a world cynical

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

December 4th a star was born

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

You gotta fight like a wariior to stay in this world

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap

'buffalo bill' stepping in, time to perfect things off

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

What a perfect night to hunt down someone downtown

Oh no we got to slow the city down

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

Turned my world in to a play ground

A boy in his prime trying to leave his mark in this world

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst