This is a song about "Saint pats"

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

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 saint you ain't gonna step up

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Look, just remember how that winning taste

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

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

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Tried to be a saint once,

Or closed casket for our troubles

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

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