This is a song about "Perfect"

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Until you came i was perfect

For the occasion, paper planes

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

I fucking hate this job

I perfect every note

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Dont judge me till your perfect

I'm fried from this ripple

Your body perfect official

So insecure, no one's perfect

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Everything picture perfect suddenly becomes gray,

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Start with perfect competition