This is a song about "Saints row 4"

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

But they’re pulled in ‘till they’re dead or sitting at death row,

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

Move like i’m walking with an open case

4 79, boy better pay me

You see now that nigga lonely

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

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

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

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

The world looking out, they on the front row