This is a song about "How perfect you are"

So quit talk about how good you are

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

Hey how you been, are you ready for this shit to begin.

I was born to do the damn thing

Hello challenger how are you doing,

Your friends are left wondering how

Ahh shit, you done fucked up now

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?

It doesn’t matter how loved you are, the rows at your shows,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Isn't good for you, cause you said we're perfect

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

How are you gonna diss me, you literally have zero props