This is a song about "Perfect boy"

And we may not be perfect

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

He gave 'em the platform

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Either ways it's perfect

Until you came i was perfect

Now move a little bit to the left

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

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

I know that love it could begin

Start with perfect competition