This is a song about "Lemme find out that you got a bitch on the side"

We can all see whats on the out-side,

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

You brag about the hoes you holdin on the side

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Lemme tell you that you can keep it

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

She only got you as a nigga on the side

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Its been a crazy ride and without you on my side

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

My conscious only knew whats half tight

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