This is a song about "Rap saint"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

But they sold jello in the paint

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

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

What influences you to rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

With this really awesome cuss rap

So i'm one with that

They told me i can't rap

Or let the mob handle that

I don't know how to rap,

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

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste