This is a song about "Your love has perfected"

Even life's a false dream, reality doesn't seem perfected

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

I sit and rap till my skills are perfected

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

You speakin bullshit, your grip in life has to end

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Trash your shit with classic spit human turantula he has been bit

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

I'm a knight your a serf, hows that for courtly love.

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

You boneheads styles not yet perfected