This is a song about "Saint lucia"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as 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

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

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

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

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

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

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

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

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

If i can leave this place, and just get away

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste