This is a song about "Saints sucks dick"

That's why it sucks so bad

It's all good, finna dog that

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

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

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

Speed up, patience, please cause

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

For all you that say my grammar sucks

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

While scheming on hits

She sucks quick i lick her tits

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

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