This is a song about "Saint thomas becket"

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

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

I'm a blessing but no i ain't a saint

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

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

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

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

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

Tried to be a saint once,

Shout out my nigga miles

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

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