This is a song about "Saints r"

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

But r u sure cause u make me daisy

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

You kids sweet / fuck ur bitch tweets/u dudes r pussy

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts r a commotion

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

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

U r the ass who made me learn...

I killed my manager with an iron

So to tell the toys r us kids all across the land

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Like an r&b singer, bitch i'm a believer,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

And i got that drive and she just might crash

You chose a gay r&b beat? are you a psychopath?