This is a song about "The perfect one"

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Commit the perfect crime, stop listening to grime

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Stuff caught up with you in your perfect world, you never heard me cry, not one

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

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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