This is a song about "Our perfect son"

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

One day we're perfect, planning out our wedding day.

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

And we may not be perfect

Hold up yea we the best

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

But dont worry bout that cuz your perfect

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

So perfect we spread our wings and fly like two doves

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Homosexuality's a sin, but that's dirty son?

It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

I told him get his 9 and run

To be throwing the hand’s son”