This is a song about "Saint laurent"

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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

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

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

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

I'm a blessing but no i ain't a saint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

I call it speaking tongues

Tried to be a saint once,

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck