This is a song about "Saint francis college"

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

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

'cuz my motherfuckin' parents are too poor to pay for college,

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Stressin to become the first in my fam to go to college/

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

But they sold jello in the paint

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

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