This is a song about "Saints row 4"

Mami told me son, hold your own

Yo, once stole a row home

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

Ima keep that on the low

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

With a honey in the middle

...not wanted 4 murder...

I don’t care where ya are

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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