This is a song about "Saint louis"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Louis prada thats how i stunt

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Asking her to meet me at six by the church of the saint to talk about things we had done and said

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Tried to be a saint once,

I call it speaking tongues

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

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

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

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

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards