This is a song about "He s perfect"

Either ways it's perfect

And i ain't never left

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

They cry and say he was perfect, let me go ahead and rake

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Never ever pay rent

Dont judge me till your perfect

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I said practice makes perfect

And we may not be perfect

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

But of course, he had perfect parents, there was nothing to it,