This is a song about "Rap saint"

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

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

Well, i can handle that

I don't know how to rap,

Still unravelling rap

I'm about to snap

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Tried to be a saint once,

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Slowly, so therefore i rap

The third one is mixed, white and black

He finally begins to rap,

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black