This is a song about "The perfect symphony"

She says the best words and shes got the perfect curves

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Both: this the perfect plan

Yeah, the kid in this thang

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

I paint the perfect picture

Well, that's what you are

Paint the perfect picture piece just wait until the color dries

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

One of the few, beyond any perfect view.

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

But none of them are the perfect angels