This is a song about "Puts"

Puts up with mum and dads crap

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

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

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

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Puts that gun to his temple

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

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

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

No one puts their heart in these bars for a start, they be demeaning/

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,

Puts me on my ass, got me howling like a wolf

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours