This is a song about "Saint laurent"

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

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

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

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

But they sold jello in the paint

I'm not no saint but still i try to do good and shit where you all can't,

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

I don't really give a fuck

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

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