This is a song about "Alchemic paladin"

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

But they sold jello in the paint

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

Im sorry that is just my life war the champion has arrived

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Of being of always getting wired

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Or the money you spend on all the action

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Working day or night

Out of mind out of sight

And talking shit we gon' party all day

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay