This is a song about "Practice makes perfect"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Training my craftship using people for practice

Cause they fear me in physical form

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

Your rapping is tragically sad and you have to go practice

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

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

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Bitch i'll fuck you for some target practice

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Training my craftship using people for practice

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Practice makes perfect, rappad makes it worth it,

Practice abstinence smokin' on medic cannabis

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups