This is a song about "Perfect landing"

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

And we may not be perfect

Then push the milk on a slow bend

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Seem to be in perfect unison

Start with perfect competition

And they all mint condition

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

So insecure, no one's perfect

And i ain't never left

Really they were perfect

Your body perfect official

Ok just listen up a little