This is a song about "Perfect story book"

And we may not be perfect

Just say he's the best

So insecure, no one's perfect

Now move a little bit to the left

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

That the crook just took over so book

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

I said practice makes perfect

And i ain't never left

Really they were perfect

Hold my tears i tried my best

These my rhymes and my story

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I could tell you your perfect