This is a song about "Saint valentine"

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

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

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

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

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

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

Not to mention wale is on the way

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

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

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck