This is a song about "The perfect boyfriend"

And any connotation is viewed many ways

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

I paint the perfect picture

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Is making the perfect potion

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

He made her special, the perfect wife, perfect mother.

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

I'm serving the beat, nobody's perfect as me

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Paint the perfect picture piece just wait until the color dries

Both: this the perfect plan

Hoppin' out a van

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

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