This is a song about "Perfect timing"

I said practice makes perfect

Half your body laying on my chest

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

#minus your slow rhyming it doesn't #add #up to the #equation in timing

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Just say he's the best

Either ways it's perfect

Beef: i hammer mine

I perfect every line

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Simple timing and found i can run rings round

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die