This is a song about "German perfect tense"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Until you came i was perfect

You're already done, i'm writing this in past tense

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Gotta six sense to reminisce past tense

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

Ever since my daddy left

Really they were perfect

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

Soldiers fighting for this country, and you act like it isn't tense

Either ways it's perfect

And i ain't never left

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,