This is a song about "Saint louis"

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

Tried to be a saint once,

As she goes through the levels

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

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

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

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

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

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Chanel louis prada what a mixture