This is a song about "My perfect man"

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

But my life isnt perfect , always ran from the cops

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

That my life's picture perfect, every day's a kodak moment

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Too perfect they think i'm bionic my raps are super sonic

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

I try to perfect my craft but shit gets worse

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Perfect ass that i'd love to direct, inject my erect dick into/

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

I've taken the time to perfect my rhymes,now its my time.