This is a song about "Perfect imperfect"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

And you know its real when you see an imperfect person perfectly

And i ain't never left

And we may not be perfect

Dont judge me till your perfect

Life has put her to the test

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Until you came i was perfect

Im not saying i'm perfect

Now move a little bit to the left

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

I perfect every note

Your body perfect official

I don't need no single