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

I had to stop the perfect girl in her act so my aunt wouldn't see the scene that's obscene

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Niggas talk with limited service

I want a girl to love

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

In private, not public in the streets

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Ha, i'd be scared to not going up against a bitch like you or a snitch like you

But i knew that there was going to be a we

As i seenobody cares about my history

Yea say that i am whack cause i really don't mind ill be getting busy ragging your

I have to bleed a bucket full, my life is a movie rated m for mature.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Girl, you're perfect, but you're not perfect for me.

And we may not be perfect

So if i do call it's just a check