This is a song about "Legendary saint"

I'm a blessing but no i ain't a saint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Killed legendary opponents, rap is to me as cops are to donuts

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

Respect to nas, word to god that's legendary

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Tried to be a saint once,