This is a song about "Perfect u"

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

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

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Is making the perfect potion

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

Seem to be in perfect unison

He made her special, the perfect wife, perfect mother.

I never use a fork i always spoon her

He gave 'em the platform

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

And we may not be perfect

Hold my tears i tried my best