This is a song about "The saint"

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

I'm not no saint but still i try to do good and shit where you all can't,

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

I'm a blessing but no i ain't a saint

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame