This is a song about "Perfect tense"

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Perfect picture frame'd/* perfect pitch of frames/*

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Im a little tense in case this dont make no sense

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

Everyday a star is born

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Neck drenched in sweat, he represents the present tense/

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

So insecure, no one's perfect

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

And we may not be perfect

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Gotta six sense to reminisce past tense