This is a song about "Saint hans eve"

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

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

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

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

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

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

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

Tried to be a saint once,

As she goes through the levels