This is a song about "Saint hans eve"

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

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

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

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

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

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

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised