This is a song about "Prices to pay"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I aint about to pay for yours.

Because i'm workin' jobs to help my mom with my lowly pay,

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

You'll never understand life has a price to pay.

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

You already know you're dead

Only to get that pay check

I handed her a book and told her she had to pay

Night i need that she comin here right away

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

We don't set prices we don't set prices we create that shit off the dome

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

A hidden past of pain living's had a price to pay,