This is a song about "The perfect boyfriend"

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Her boyfriend, she throws the phone against the wall out of anger then

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

Im the perfect specimen / that nobodies better than

Commit the perfect crime, stop listening to grime

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

The most perfect one i could ever know

She probably had a reason though