This is a song about "Perfect symmertry"

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

So perfect and always stiff

I said practice makes perfect

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Ever since my daddy left

Until you came i was perfect

So insecure, no one's perfect

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Just say he's the best

Im not saying i'm perfect

And we may not be perfect

And i ain't never left

I ain't trynna be politically correct

But dont worry bout that cuz your perfect

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Either ways it's perfect