This is a song about "Rap saint"

Asking her to meet me at six by the church of the saint to talk about things we had done and said

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

? all white but the phantom is all black

I'm a saint you ain't gonna step up

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Slowly, so therefore i rap

Whether teddy or pat

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,