This is a song about "Pitch perfect"

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Dont judge me till your perfect

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Wanna hear me, go wait in line and pitch a tent

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

A full time sex slave, never find another

And we may not be perfect

Ever since my daddy left

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I said practice makes perfect

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Roll you up and let it run through my veins

I could tell you your perfect

Never ever pay rent

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home