This is a song about "The perfect symphony"

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Keep on following, i know the perfect place

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Nobody's perfect, fuck, i'm the living proof,

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

We fly high perfect 10 you know i stick the landing