This is a song about "Mr perfect"

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Perfect picture frame'd/* perfect pitch of frames/*

Im not saying i'm perfect

Ever since my daddy left

Shouts to mr rizzo

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

See, you're my best friend

Either ways it's perfect

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

So keep fronting till my peeps come

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

Well, um, there's a but

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck