This is a song about "Saint paul"

Go burger king on life's ass as this hanging rope leaves me to fall.

Looked at her number and gave her a call she picked up and i said hey its paul,

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

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

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms