This is a song about "Perfect attenddece"

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Im not saying i'm perfect

Is making the perfect potion

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

December 4th a star was born

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Until you came i was perfect

Both: this the perfect plan

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

You know...you know who you are

I paint the perfect picture