This is a song about "Everything s perfect"

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I could tell you your perfect

Half your body laying on my chest

Im not saying i'm perfect

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

I say that the pool is closed

S queezys very bold

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame