This is a song about "Ideal"

Making money was the ideal

You light-years behind here

Must be my sex appeal, the ladies ideal

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

Girls, you looking for a man? then i'm ideal.

Musical ideal, so keep this up and i'll eat you like a meal/

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Like i could make you my misses, this shit is ideal.

Defining a color of a race was their ideal or commoners of tenancy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

You think me paying attention in school's ideal?