This is a song about "Left side with no swearing in the lyrics"

With the pump on my side, and my nine mr. no luck.

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

I was born in the underground of the south side

Like, what's the matter with swearing, i must be battling a little kid

My two nines go biya biya when i shoot 'emkorean motherfuckers was crooked

What's wrong with rhyming for the dark side,

Focus let me show you the light

With no hope left in ma eyes

I'm everything that they call nice

Although he takes the swearing olympics trophy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

He's in the sewers with evildoers mauled on the side

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

From the honey to money with nothing comforting left in sight