This is a song about "The perfect boyfriend"

You think your boyfriend likes you? well i'm the one he's really lovin

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition

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

About a man, that from the outside looked perfect

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

But the guy didn't really know, (she had a boyfriend), so he didn't have to go

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Now momma told me be careful who you love

But none of them are the perfect angels

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race