This is a song about "Perfect landing"

I perfect every note

To soho, baby milo so dope

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

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

Seem to be in perfect unison

He been waiting for his connection to come

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

We fly high perfect 10 you know i stick the landing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Girl, you're perfect, but you're not perfect for me.

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

So perfect and always stiff

She dont have a problem with, with

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing