This is a song about "Saints row 3"

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

'cause 3 individuals suddenly disappeared

We take our seats, in the first row out of eight

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

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

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

But girl you got me open

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Carefree i don’t need the stress

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

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

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle