This is a song about "The perfect son"

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

With such an ugly picture in it and

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Load up the guns where i'm from, the south son,

Is making the perfect potion

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

// [but the kid is not my son]

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Both: this the perfect plan

This the land of the white man

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

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants