This is a song about "Saint louis"

Louis prada thats how i stunt

And the word most important

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

Tried to be a saint once,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

See, where i come from is hard

You could say im like louis & clark

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

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,

Look, just remember how that winning taste

On the lord to visit the city of the saint