This is a song about "Saint patrick"

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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

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

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

But i'm too busy trying to show the world i'm a saint

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

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

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