This is a song about "Puts"

Puts up with mum and dads crap

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Puts that gun to his temple

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

About the only decent ppl here are lexie, 420(when he puts his life on the lines)

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

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

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