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

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

No days off and that's even on a snow day

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

You can recognise your own face in,

While you sit in a corner in your own sorrow crying

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

Don't say anything if your sleeping.....ok perfect

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

Either way i'm burying your body in a ditch.