This is a song about "Put in your place"

Bet i put you punk asses in your place,death is your only fate,

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Screw your starting line up, better put your whole team in

Cause when i sit you in your place your reputation is dead

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Blow up in your face, thunder in this place,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

I'll put you in your place, and i don't even sell homes

You bull shit, look

Put your face in a book

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

In a place where race and class defines your past,

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I'm talking first place, ten stacks in your account