This is a song about "The perfect one"

We vegetables, on them record labels

But none of them are the perfect angels

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

In the relationship,but your body perfect , you really worth it

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

The most perfect one i could ever know

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

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

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect