This is a song about "Wether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood"

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

And served it to the public on a silver platter

Made from the brain of me, most genius

On the right side of jesus,

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

Put my calling card, through the side of your brain.

On this side of the tracks there's only riches and wealth

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

Release the latch and let it flood

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Yep that's the world on the other side of the tracks

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I recollect that you were the same guy proppin my other battle