This is a song about "Prize"

Becoming someone you don't recognize

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

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

And see that she is the real #1 prize

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

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

So much for that peace prize fuckin hypocrite

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

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

Who see a prize to pay a price of exchanging advice

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Hands start to quake, breath shakes as im moving in for my prize

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

They'll get the prize, a bottle of wine 'n' fine dining