This is a song about "Perfect world"

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Im not saying i'm perfect

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Is making the perfect potion

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Really they were perfect

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

I perfect every note

Always make shit perfect

Just say he's the best

But dont worry bout that cuz your perfect

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

You better get yours fore i reach mine

I perfect every line