This is a song about "The perfect son"

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

I paint the perfect picture

I never fit in with them light skins

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Hold on you can see my vision

// [but the kid is not my son]

To be throwing the hand’s son”

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Both: this the perfect plan

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition