This is a song about "Saint s row 4"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put the purp in the blunt

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

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

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

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

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Shout 4:20, 4:20, like it's your obsession,

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

I gotta go, death row awaits me now,

Will somebody please show me how