This is a song about "Saint ignatius of loyola"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

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

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

Out of mind out of sight

No one notice your plight

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

What we gotta do to survive

Of the book of your life

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

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Of which im not exactly proud of,