This is a song about "Hellhound in side"

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

You in a box and i'm on the other side

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Over and stood by my side

Im sittin in the hatchback on the passenger side

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

What you think i flow for? y'all niggas is old dog

Now youre outlined in chalk upon the side walk

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

The right sights on the prize, but still a knife in the side,

That's how we make it right

And ill stand at your side

For now everything just seem so right

I was born in the underground of the south side