This is a song about "The saint"

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

Jawan harris:have you ever loved someone so bad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

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

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

The bigger the the fun

A real wonder woman

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there