This is a song about "Puts"

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

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Driving my car to a foreign place

That puts that smile on my face

Puts that gun to his temple

I'm mental, it's instrumental

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

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

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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