This is a song about "Everything s perfect"

And we may not be perfect

So if i do call it's just a check

Before we see it's hard to live

It´s the battle of life

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Dont judge me till your perfect

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

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

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

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

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

So insecure, no one's perfect