This is a song about "Perfect imperfection"

Is how i profess no single imperfection tactical turtlenecks,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I said practice makes perfect

Hold my tears i tried my best

Fuck boys you should be fearful

Your body perfect official

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

I'm no fan (double voice), i find perfections in imperfection

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

Seem to be in perfect unison

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

So insecure, no one's perfect