This is a song about "Jefferson price"

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

He said i'll give you a prize, just name a price.

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

I don't think it will work out; school just ain't my thing for the price

With his blood, the price was paid.

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Eat your bread and spread the threat that theres a price

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

But now i’m at the age where i can understand the price

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Underestimate and the price is so costly

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Don't think it will work out; school just ain't my thing for the price

Who see a prize to pay a price of exchanging advice

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys