This is a song about "The perfect you"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

He made her special, the perfect wife, perfect mother.

You lame ass worthless faggots thinkin that you perfect

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

The most perfect one i could ever know

I could tell you your perfect

Now move a little bit to the left

Put you in a landfill aww that shit would be perfect

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

It's the perfect opportunity, alone just you and me

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

One of the few, beyond any perfect view.

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

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent