This is a song about "East saint louis"

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

And i can't even look the other way

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

As she goes through the levels

Tried to be a saint once,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

The best to the least, west to the east, but he's the east coast,

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint