This is a song about "Saint louis"

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

I'm a blessing but no i ain't 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

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

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

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

Like a small garage in your backyard

You could say im like louis & clark

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

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

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Louis prada thats how i stunt

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