This is a song about "Perfect timing"

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Combining, rewinding faultfinding with timing.

But dont worry bout that cuz your perfect

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

Instead, your timing and delivery's a sketch of defeat

Simple timing and found i can run rings round

Then get out your seat and jump around

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

He gave 'em the platform

Don't say anything if your sleeping.....ok perfect

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

It's late and you stuck in my basement