This is a song about "Saint valentine"

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

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

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

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

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

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

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

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

And i feared that my fans say i failed