This is a song about "My singing is da perfect one"

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

But there is only one like maria willoughby, my mother.

Well, gotta go the next paper is callin for my pen to create a perfect ten,

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

My every words a perfect fit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Me and you were perfect, your love is my drug without the inject,

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Whatever, your name is wack as hell, so it fits you perfect.

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Living that, living that life is da best,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

My tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Hope for da best expect da worst don't let ppl put u down coz da sky is not da limit

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit