This is a song about "Saints sucks dick"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

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

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Hallow be thy name

It sucks and is such a shame

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Your life's sucks, until you get a blowjob,

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

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

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

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