This is a song about "Saint thomas becket"

Shout out my nigga miles

Tried to be a saint once,

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

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

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

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

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

And i feared that my fans say i failed

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game