This is a song about "The perfect you"

Isn't good for you, cause you said we're perfect

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

Im the perfect specimen / that nobodies better than

How you hold in emotion

Is making the perfect potion

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Shes perfect, and apparently you wernt worth it,

You lame ass worthless faggots thinkin that you perfect

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

That i will leave earth with her

I paint the perfect picture

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

One of the few, beyond any perfect view.