This is a song about "Saint thomas becket"

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

Like #thomas #the #engine, 'n' if you play back, you'll get run over

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain'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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

I spend it make it right back on a monday

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

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

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint