This is a song about "Perfection"

When you're crushed by perfection

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts,

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

This got perfection, it got it all, i'm at the top and i cannot fall

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Im nice with these in other words perfection

I hate this! in public places mobiles are the world to escape in

Im unbeaten, untested, majestic, u a peasant against my perfection

Some people dream about perfection, i'm wide awake

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

It's only one way to new life, perfection

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin