This is a song about "Saint thomas becket"

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

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

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

They like talking, its like gossip