This is a song about "You put me on"

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

Cuz when you talk tough i put my finger on the trigger,

Put ya in a coma have you dreaming bout beating me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Why'd you put the blame on me?

So just put the fucking lotion on or set me off

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

You can see that my city found me then put me on stages

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

You put on a fake persona, without that you'd be a loner

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Together all the timethought it was true love

I got you on watch i put you on notice