This is a song about "Perfect verbs"

Riding around with ms. reece and them

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

And we may not be perfect

Ever since my daddy left

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Dont judge me till your perfect

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Words are just words but verbs speak louder

And we may not be perfect

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Im not saying i'm perfect

Half your body laying on my chest

Cutting me this worthless check

Either ways it's perfect