This is a song about "Saint louis"

Look, just remember how that winning taste

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

You could say im like louis & clark

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

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

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Quit tryna act like you the shit, you ain't no louis vuitton