This is a song about "Rap saint"

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

With this really awesome cuss rap

There's crack, there's crack

Or let the mob handle that

I don't know how to rap,

Slowly, so therefore i rap

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

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

But i'm too busy trying to show the world i'm a saint

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

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

Imma spit this angry rap

The door crack, niggas all black