This is a song about "Perfect bitch"

He gave 'em the platform

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

I said practice makes perfect

Hold up yea we the best

So if i do call it's just a check

And we may not be perfect

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm off the wrong road

I perfect every note

Two reflections into one

Seem to be in perfect unison

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Don't say anything if your sleeping.....ok perfect

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck