This is a song about "Niki is perfect"

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

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

See, you're my best friend

Always make shit perfect

Really they were perfect

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Im not saying i'm perfect

Life has put her to the test

Until you came i was perfect

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Dont judge me till your perfect

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest