This is a song about "Pitch perfect"

Cause they fear me in physical form

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

So insecure, no one's perfect

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Always make shit perfect

Cutting me this worthless check

Kill a bitch, listen as i sing high pitch," these sins i commit, i blame you,

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

Thank fuck this is just lyrics we don't need to adjust the pitch

I'mma pitch out their like tents, spittin's second nature,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I said practice makes perfect

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest