This is a song about "Saint louie"

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

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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

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

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

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

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

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised