This is a song about "What side"

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

Askin what i know about the struggle? 502 south side/

Place a bullet right up in his side

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Over me the same peeps that have died

What's wrong with rhyming for the dark side,

Everybody talking about time is on your side

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

And girl you damn right

People have a good side

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Hung by your intestines, swinging from side to side,

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