This is a song about "Saint paul"

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

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

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

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

So i ain't giving a fuck

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

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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