This is a song about "Perfect you"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Picture perfect, man they took you out the picture

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Shes perfect, and apparently you wernt worth it,

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Until you came i was perfect

Put you in a landfill aww that shit would be perfect

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Never ever pay rent

I could tell you your perfect

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

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Isn't good for you, cause you said we're perfect

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck