This is a song about "Put"

Never wrong at any level

Nowhere else to put the evil.

Put 'em all in a line

Welcome to organized crime

And actually put out a rhyme

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

I put my raps on vine,

Westside, bitch i run mine

Put a stop to your mocks.

Where would i be without my dogs

Please put ya lighter’s up

That shit was wack as fuck

Put your shit in the blueprint

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

In my drawsring, ring, ring

I put that on everything