This is a song about "Put out"

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Sparks put in work and they scream my name out

I don't like these facts that y'all put out here like it's do or die,

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Pull out the weed, put the top back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

And need to put that shit on bake and pull out a meal

I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

You can put out my fire but the lighter stays

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

It only takes one to put a bitch nigga out

After this battle i’ll put you out of your misery,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Imma put out those #sparks, shit wont even be visible under the southern lights

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights