This is a song about "Saint hans eve"

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

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

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

Like adam and eve from god's path you're lost

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

If we make it, its the greed, fames the apple and we eve

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

Adam eve, devil god

I love the way you walk

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

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards