This is a song about "Perfect verbs"

He gave 'em the platform

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

With promiscuous maidens, placing my verbs in a cadence

So insecure, no one's perfect

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Working from nouns to verbs

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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I could tell you your perfect

Half your body laying on my chest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Until you came i was perfect

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

I said practice makes perfect