This is a song about "Perfect tense"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

So insecure, no one's perfect

And we may not be perfect

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Until you came i was perfect

And i ain't never left

Is growin' tense, see the world through tints and black lenses,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

And we may not be perfect

Hold up yea we the best

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Gotta six sense to reminisce past tense

I could tell you your perfect

Now move a little bit to the left

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

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