This is a song about "Saint sebastian"

How i think about you every day

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

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

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

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

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

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

I'm not no saint but still i try to do good and shit where you all can't,

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

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

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Leave you with those #battle #scars like you're guy sebastian,