This is a song about "Saint alan"

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

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

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

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

I'm a saint you ain't gonna step up

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

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

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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