This is a song about "Puts"

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

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

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

She puts on a simile just to fool you,

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Puts that gun to his temple

I'm mental, it's instrumental