This is a song about "Saint patrick"

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Patrick...the main attraction bitch

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

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

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

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

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck