This is a song about "Saint s row 4"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Make them experience with 4d front row seats

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

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

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

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Know i just call it head phone

Yo, once stole a row home

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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