This is a song about "Our perfect son"

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

Everyday a star is born

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

And we may not be perfect

Cutting me this worthless check

Either ways it's perfect

There are times when you'll need someone

Comedian, try again, son

So perfect we spread our wings and fly like two doves

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

And now it's the perfect time to start our little class

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

But dont worry bout that cuz your perfect

Never ever pay rent

Until you came i was perfect