This is a song about "Saint thomas becket"

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/

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

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

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

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

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

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