This is a song about "Pans in the kicthen"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

That the villains are pulling in

He's in the books he's in the cites

Nigga fuck the black and whites

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

It's alright, if it's right

In the face of the outside.

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

The realist in the game

Then lost her faith again

Can barely walk the city streets

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets