This is a song about "Saint patrick"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

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

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

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

But they sold jello in the paint

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Patrick...the main attraction bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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

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