This is a song about "Saint"

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

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

I'm a blessing but no i ain't a saint

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

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

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

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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