This is a song about "Saint thomas becket"

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

On the lord to visit the city of the 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

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

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

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

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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