This is a song about "Perfect world"

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

And we may not be perfect

Really they were perfect

Ever since my daddy left

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

But dont worry bout that cuz your perfect

Hold up yea we the best

And we may not be perfect

Stuff caught up with you in your perfect world, you never heard me cry, not one

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Your body perfect official

Lady at the frank stand will