This is a song about "Saint louis"

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

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

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

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

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

And i feared that my fans say i failed

I'm a blessing but no i ain't a saint

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

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

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

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

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