This is a song about "Saint laurent"

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

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

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

Tried to be a saint once,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

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

They like talking, its like gossip

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

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

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint