This is a song about "Katy price"

My rhymes pre-cise, i'm too much for you, like weed's price.

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Who see a prize to pay a price of exchanging advice

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Eat your bread and spread the threat that theres a price

Now i'm the last one,i got a price on my head

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

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

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Commin out, tryna bounce, fisher price

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Honey, you’re worth the price