This is a song about "Saint alan"

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

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

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

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

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

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

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

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

Or closed casket for our troubles

Tried to be a saint once,