This is a song about "Perfect life"

Who wipes the life of people swiping purses so i can swipe it perfect

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

And we may not be perfect

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

One time give it up for him

Is making the perfect potion

Seem to be in perfect unison

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

I said practice makes perfect

Hold up yea we the best

Im not saying i'm perfect

And i ain't never left

I perfect every note

Since i was left with no hope

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions