This is a song about "Prize"

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Who see a prize to pay a price of exchanging advice

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

And see that she is the real #1 prize

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Paid our prize tryna contrive with demons, to be a freeman

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

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

I pipe in and one night her

You ll still be a prize winner