This is a song about "Girls perfection"

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Cassidy your different from other girls

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

I've become immune to you no name haters

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Im nice with these in other words perfection

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

I'm thrice greatest, no i gotta say this,i'm nothing but perfection and

Some people dream about perfection, i'm wide awake

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I just want perfection. i hope that that don't make me greedy

But got love for them girls

They slowly showin they colors