This is a song about "How perfect you are"

As i rip you apart with perfect precision

You just working with the scraps you was given

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

But, i plead you can see things are not how you perceive

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I could tell you your perfect

Put you in a landfill aww that shit would be perfect

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

How are you breathing? it's more like you're heaving,

You lame ass worthless faggots thinkin that you perfect

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent