This is a song about "Past perfect tense langue arts"

While a sit on the fence, hence the reason why i'm tense

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Dont judge me till your perfect

Until you came i was perfect

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Either ways it's perfect

Hold up yea we the best

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

The man he was, awed at his past tense/

Always make shit perfect

See, you're my best friend

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Keep moving they staying in past tense