This is a song about "Price"

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

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

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

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Realizing the price

And power means a price

Rollin' down the four o five

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

With every sacrifice comes a price

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

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