This is a song about "Puts"

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

She puts on a simile just to fool you,

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

I'mma still be me be the same og who puts it down for the hood (you better believe it)

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

Puts chains all over your heart and treats you like a slave of many

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Ties up her up to a pole and puts his knives up on the carpet,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

I'm clever, my vendetta puts to rest who i'm testin too

Judge me for my color and my race, that crap puts an utter in my face

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

We both teenagers with the same mind state

When i'm taking a wrong turn my fam puts me straight,