This is a song about "Saint patrick"

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

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Tried to be a saint once,

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

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

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

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

Tryin to find ya boy big patrick and turn ya prince to a frog.

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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