This is a song about "Saint s row 4"

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

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

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

But i'm too busy trying to show the world i'm a saint

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah

Is written in our souls, africa

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

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

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

Get you high, keep it on the low

Make them experience with 4d front row seats

And she throws up whatever she eats