This is a song about "Saint michael the archangel"

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

You could see in the faces of me, michael, my dad, anyone... my brother.

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Cept be the father that i need to be for michael so the next time we

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

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

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

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

When the case is on me fight like a dog, call me michael vick,

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music