This is a song about "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

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

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

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

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

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

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

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

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Our girls is the models

Tried to be a saint once,