This is a song about "The saint"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath