This is a song about "Saint valentine"

Asking her to meet me at six by the church of the saint to talk about things we had done and said

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

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

But i'm too busy trying to show the world i'm a saint

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

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame

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

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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