This is a song about "Saint michael the archangel"

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

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Mj or michael jackson whatever you call him

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

I'm like michael jordan,

Come get some, you little bum

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

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

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

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I'm the next michael jordan, you niggas harold minors