This is a song about "Rap saint"

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

Bet i'm heavy with that

I don't know how to rap,

To every verse of my rap

Well, i can handle that

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

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

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

What influences you 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

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

But they sold jello in the paint

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't