This is a song about "Our perfect son"

See, i'm second to no one

Comedian, try again, son

And we may not be perfect

Half your body laying on my chest

I don't want your fucking votes son

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

I said practice makes perfect

Hold up yea we the best

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

So perfect we spread our wings and fly like two doves

Life has put her to the test

Dont judge me till your perfect

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

Really they were perfect

And i ain't never left