This is a song about "Perfect like you"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

So perfect we spread our wings and fly like two doves

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Leading this war like i'm a lieutenant, always had a perfect attendance,

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

You through the nobody is perfect journey, its beautiful for god sakes

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

This like excellent paint a perfect picture

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

You lame ass worthless faggots thinkin that you perfect

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

My identity, i sentenced in "i dent it in" til you heard it perfect

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Make them more insecure when they caught one

As i rip you apart with perfect precision