This is a song about "Why niki is perfect"

Fuck her tell she wimper,perfect there is no thicker,

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Well, gotta go the next paper is callin for my pen to create a perfect ten,

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Why, why, are is he tripping down?

Is that why you spat rhino

People love hodgy i hate you though

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Is making the perfect potion

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Why his beloved forever wept as a nervous wreck behind the perfect view