This is a song about "Saint michael the archangel"

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

I'm a son of gun

I'm like michael jordan,

Yea, i hit it up and spit it off with michael/

If they startcuz it's all about survival

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

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

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

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint