This is a song about "Bad side of the world"

Someone driving on the wrong side, of the highway,

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Put my calling card, through the side of your brain.

I wish i’ll never see you again

The world getting bad i'm feeling tense.

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

I was born in the underground of the south side

I stand on top of the world

We left em a world that's cursed

But i murder him first

That you're the king of this world

You're bad fashion, i'm crashin' into the side and back of a

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga