This is a song about "Prize"

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

So much for that peace prize fuckin hypocrite

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

The lives, survived to prize my vital n' heightening energy, rhymin' with better frees

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Killin mother fuckers like as if in the end i get a prize

Winning ain't all i want, his demise is my prize

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

You make zimmerman and sterling look like noble peace prize winners yo

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Its open mic night and i'm going to win the grand prize

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

The right sights on the prize, but still a knife in the side,

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

You're my grand prize only on my second try