This is a song about "Perfect attenddece"

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Life has put her to the test

Either ways it's perfect

Perfect picture frame'd/* perfect pitch of frames/*

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

And we may not be perfect

Dont judge me till your perfect

Now move a little bit to the left

Carol city or was it the west

I said practice makes perfect

I perfect every line

Shit, see that thing there was mine

And i ain't never left

Until you came i was perfect