This is a song about "The motto"

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

The bigger the the fun

So now she picks up the gun

My motto is: chicago, bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Im going, i gotto, this is my motto stand tall, and fuck them all

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Hustle and grind the motto

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

The sequel to the first

We been all around the world

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

The savage with the statics