This is a song about "West side of tampa"

Like east is to side, and west is to coast

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Im spittin elevated tenacity with a side of veracity

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Had a group of friends stuck by my side,

Which you know i'm different, right

As i eat your flesh with a side of fries,

Right flows down and they might go nice

You're bad fashion, i'm crashin' into the side and back of a

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

A plate full of death with a side of fluoride

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Dozens of fat kids layin' around, mother with them by their side