This is a song about "What side"

I can smell it when i go outside

45 always tucked in the side

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

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

I will be by your side

Cause another innocent died

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Makes me go oh my! i'm never gonna say goodbye, no matter what i'll be by your side

I seem to love these whips - a white

I spot the acoustic on the wind side

What, is it served fresh with fries and a coke on the side?

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

What's wrong with rhyming for the dark side,

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Which you know i'm different, right

The baddest chicks they on my side