This is a song about "Perfect in your own way"

Stuff caught up with you in your perfect world, you never heard me cry, not one

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

Your love in my chest, why was i thinking this way?

Night i need that she comin here right away

I don't see your dumb ass ego's in the way

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

You can recognise your own face in,

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

They always watching you, even out in your own home

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

Just say he's the best

I could tell you your perfect