This is a song about "The perfect symphony"

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

They were the perfect couple, they'd always lock lips

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

Im the perfect specimen / that nobodies better than

Rub the wood and ima show em love

But none of them are the perfect angels

Both: this the perfect plan

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Commit the perfect crime, stop listening to grime

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition