This is a song about "Perfect attenddece"

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Girl, you're perfect, but you're not perfect for me.

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Start with perfect competition

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

Both: this the perfect plan

Yeah, the kid in this thang

I say that keeps me going

Is making the perfect potion

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Doctor said i was fine

I perfect every line

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions