This is a song about "In the county side"

You hang out where the pimps collide

I spot the acoustic on the wind side

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

I was born in the underground of the south side

I was born in the underground of the south side

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

What's wrong with rhyming for the dark side,

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

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

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

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

You brag about the hoes you holdin on the side

I make a way for my people to see the light

Take a look in my head, welcome to the dark side