This is a song about "The perfect son"

And you can tell everyone

// [but the kid is not my son]

About a man, that from the outside looked perfect

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Commit the perfect crime, stop listening to grime

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

That's your opinion, son, i'm giving the facts

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

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Welcome son to the new world

Long as she come to me first

// [but the kid is not my son]

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect