This is a song about "Saint hans eve"

Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

It haunts me every christmas eve

Cause there'll never be peace

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

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Adam eve, devil god

Let me see you walk

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Asking her to meet me at six by the church of the saint to talk about things we had done and said

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

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

Though i recite it like it lucifer's loose leaf

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve