This is a song about "Perfect attenddece"

So insecure, no one's perfect

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Is making the perfect potion

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Either ways it's perfect

Took the van, went snatch her

I paint the perfect picture

And we may not be perfect

Just say he's the best

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Always make shit perfect

He made her special, the perfect wife, perfect mother.

I done came too far to regard me as the regular