This is a song about "Saints row 4"

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

The world looking out, they on the front row

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row