This is a song about "West side all da way"

Choose a side, all the newest guys who arrived

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

We've come all this way from way back

You gotta make sure you aim right

We can all see whats on the out-side,

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

We can all see whats on the out-side,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

It smells like "8 mile",all the way,

Then some lady named billie holiday

Just as you rose you will fall

You died way to soon for all,

Parkside's got it all covered the talent the business side its all here

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal