This is a song about "Saints sucks dick"

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

Fuck that job been around that block

She sucks quick i lick her tits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

But youre are lyrics just shit and youre rapping sucks my dick

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

For all you that say my grammar sucks

With a succubus who don't bust, she simply sucks,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Killa never let the drama slide

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight