This is a song about "Perfect harmony"

Whatever, your name is wack as hell, so it fits you perfect.

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Im not saying i'm perfect

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Hutch's new album a perfect example

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Dont judge me till your perfect

Cutting me this worthless check

I told him get his 9 and run

Seem to be in perfect unison

Isn't good for you, cause you said we're perfect

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Really they were perfect

Might as well get it off yo’ chest