This is a song about "Saint thomas becket"

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

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

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

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

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

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I'm a saint you ain't gonna step up

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

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards