This is a song about "Saints"

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

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

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

And any connotation is viewed many ways

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

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

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

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light