This is a song about "Saint"

I'm not no saint but still i try to do good and shit where you all can't,

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

If i can leave this place, and just get away

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

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Tried to be a saint once,

Our girls is the models

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

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

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste