This is a song about "The perfect girl"

I miss her, but im a fucking dumbass, i lost a perfect girl two days ago,

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

About a man, that from the outside looked perfect

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Paint the perfect picture piece just wait until the color dries

Is making the perfect potion

You're uncool like my mother kin

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Keep on following, i know the perfect place

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze