This is a song about "The perfect gi"

Nobody's perfect, fuck, i'm the living proof,

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

I paint the perfect picture

Made the road clearer

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

But i word it so perfect the competition gets nervous

The most perfect one i could ever know

Double m g forever though

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

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

Im the perfect specimen / that nobodies better than

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

And now it's the perfect time to start our little class

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass