This is a song about "Saint thomas becket"

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed

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

Asking her to meet me at six by the church of the saint to talk about things we had done and said

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

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

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one