This is a song about "Side peices"

Not only had the fiend died

People have a good side

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

It's nothing but lies tied side by side to grief

And ill stand at your side

Neither black nor white

Place a bullet right up in his side

You gotta make sure you aim right

Hung by your intestines, swinging from side to side,

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Even with the devil on your side

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

I spot the acoustic on the wind side

You got ripped son, from front to back and side to side,

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night