This is a song about "Side the side"

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

I spot the acoustic on the wind side

You brag about the hoes you holdin on the side

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

Thoughts tossed to the side but stands undaunted

Me and you just need to talk a bit

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

I was born in the underground of the south side

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

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Not me, i bet you remember the night

The baddest chicks they on my side

What's wrong with rhyming for the dark side,

For now everything just seem so right

Im sittin in the hatchback on the passenger side

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night