This is a song about "He s perfect"

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

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

Tryna make the perfect odds like he got a fetish

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Put the purp in the blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

What if he isn't perfectly perfect, as we say,

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Until you came i was perfect

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

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

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

So insecure, no one's perfect

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check