This is a song about "Saint thomas becket"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

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

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

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

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

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

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

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

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

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