This is a song about "Imperfection"

I loved you through all your imperfection and all your flaws

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Regardless, we flawless in our imperfection/

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'm no fan (double voice), i find perfections in imperfection

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

There's not a single imperfection.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Is how i profess no single imperfection tactical turtlenecks,