This is a song about "Saint thomas becket"

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tried to be a saint once,

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

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

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

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

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

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/