This is a song about "Nothing is perfect"

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

One day everything i say is gonna make perfect sense

But of course, he had perfect parents, there was nothing to it,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Spit it gershwin, picture perfect, this shit is purely art,

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Nothing is going to be the same

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

Nothing is ever fast or nothing ever slow

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Definition of perfect/ nothing to worry about but mostly afraid of getting broken

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb