This is a song about "Saint louis university"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Clever like an elderly professor/in a university lecture

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I don't really give a fuck

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

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

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

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

I want to feel her in every way

Louis prada thats how i stunt

And the word most important

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Not my fault you went university to learn retail,

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail