This is a song about "Saint s row 4"

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

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

I don't want no shawties lined up in a row.

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

When a 4 by 4 comes crashing into your skull and furthermore

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

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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

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

I thought it'd get better but

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

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