This is a song about "Saints"

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

Jesus christ, the king of these latter-day saints here

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

They at the same spot they making no progress

With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,