This is a song about "Saint v"

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

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

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

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

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

In the back of the crown v, its me, ben, and speedy

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy