This is a song about "Perfect timing"

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

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

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Damn the timing, but we don't control it

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Rhyming on good timing like i'm climbing to be signing

But got comma’s in my statement

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

Lady at the frank stand will

Your body perfect official

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Always make shit perfect

So insecure, no one's perfect

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Half your body laying on my chest

I could tell you your perfect