This is a song about "The harlem saint"

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

When it's all said and done

The bigger the the fun

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Your developmental league don’t see a team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I know you're mad, but so what

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