This is a song about "East side of greenwood"

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform

Getting to you like a thorn in your side, full of scorn/

Or, biggie smalls, the master of flow and the big poppa of east coast//

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Welcome to organized side of real lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

Provided by the arms king of the east side

Took my heart away from money

The right side of my brain be

Who know this be the life that i really live

But its a different side of life

Dozens of fat kids layin' around, mother with them by their side

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light