This is a song about "Saints"

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

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

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

And i'm indecisive when the things are light