This is a song about "Saints row"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row

I gotta go, death row awaits me now,

Will somebody please show me how

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

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Three bad bitches in a row like tic tac toe

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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