This is a song about "East side of greenwood"

But i think i like that, just maybe

The right side of my brain be

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Reality of my life rise on the east with stars i align

Im spittin elevated tenacity with a side of veracity

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Welcome to organized side of real lines

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

It star-ted to feel #right, the l#east of my repelling

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Of respect you have for me to be the side bitch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

I was born in the underground of the south side

So the homie wale can leave the hook right