This is a song about "Saint benedict"

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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

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

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

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

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

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

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

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut