This is a song about "Desperate saints"

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Desperate to search for rhymes, but it seems ur clueless.

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

But i know that desperate times call for similar measures

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Desperate dwellers who settle in cellars venture for shelters

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

With knowledge and leverage to angle the desperate