This is a song about "Saint louis university"

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

Clever like an elderly professor/in a university lecture

She raised all that money to send me to university,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

Then some lady named billie holiday

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I carry the weight of the whole university on me,

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men