This is a song about "Prize"

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

To legitimize the prize money

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

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

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

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

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

You should prize your lives cause there's no sequel

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

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

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

With business hoes an college strippers

Your blind eyes to the prize i've dyed in mixtures/

You're my grand prize only on my second try

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high