This is a song about "Saint louis"

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

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

If you ever feel alone and

Louis prada thats how i stunt

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes