This is a song about "That perfect ex boyfriend"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

She has these two perfect eyes that i can't let go of

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

About a man, that from the outside looked perfect

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Shit my lifes perfect cept for that curse

And what about the rappers

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Than drank that wine which is ex water,

Yes that means that i just called her perfect

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks