This is a song about "I m not going to be a perfect girl"

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Not going to be jerked around be those fucking pricks

And we may not be perfect

See, you're my best friend

I certainly would not be killing up to a million jews

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Had i not been exposed to these things i'd be on a

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Is you big enough

I want a girl to love

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

I miss her, but im a fucking dumbass, i lost a perfect girl two days ago,

But i knew that there was going to be a we

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Told me i was going to grow up to be a prostitute standing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing