This is a song about "Saint laurent"

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

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

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary 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

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

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

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

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