This is a song about "The perfect girl"

That would be the perfect world, we can't trapped intense,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Im the perfect specimen / that nobodies better than

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

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

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

They were the perfect couple, they'd always lock lips

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I had to stop the perfect girl in her act so my aunt wouldn't see the scene that's obscene

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust