This is a song about "The harlem saint"

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

Tried to be a saint once,

Where you welcome to problems

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

On they car note to go to the club

I'm a saint you ain't gonna step up

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't