This is a song about "Pitch perfect"

Penncounting pennys over tha years

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

To liberate yourselves, africa

Got ya bitch if she pitch ima hit dat nigga,

I said practice makes perfect

Cutting me this worthless check

She in dangerima about 2 save her pink ranger

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

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

Hold up yea we the best

Either ways it's perfect

Wanted to hit, but then i started to spit, got a pitch

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

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