This is a song about "Price and demand"

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

They say even the most stubborn of men have a price

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

In him my price is paid!

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

And now i hear you put a price on my mother's head?

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

In him my price is paid!

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I just don't understand, even as we demand

I demand to be acknowledged,

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs