This is a song about "Saint v"

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Get this paper my stomach on e no time for change v im all about benjamin

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Fave letter after "v," 'cause i wanna double you.

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Lots of these rappers did mothers, didn't they have h. i. v?

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Gonna spread more creep then a z v z

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Look it something they can't ever see