This is a song about "Thats my moto"

Bout some shit thats been shanking my wrists.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And if i do go you better come through

Thats the lifestyle me and my crew

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Thats how i ride on my motherfuckin enemies

Coins flyin out my pockets my nigga thats what i loose

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Make her scream my name, thats the g spot

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Yo im livin for my christ (thats right)

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

It’s not a game, hold your dame