This is a song about "Perfect harmony"

Start with perfect competition

What up girl, tell me how you been

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Either ways it's perfect

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

And we may not be perfect

Carol city or was it the west

So perfect and always stiff

That shoebox shit, over with

Woo-hah, got you all in check

I could tell you your perfect

Im not saying i'm perfect

Ever since my daddy left

Cutting me this worthless check

Dont judge me till your perfect