This is a song about "Saint lucia"

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

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

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

I thought it'd get better but

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

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

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

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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