This is a song about "Imperfect"

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

They got all this money while people are poor

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Speaking in adverbs, sleepily drinking it haphazard

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

A whole world flawed from ur hurt paw as ur cold sore when u thawed

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Your raps so poor you need a layaway

Or ethanol intoxication, alcohol rules this flawed nation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool