This is a song about "Prize"

You ll still be a prize winner

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

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

May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release

Lest the nation, know the truth, those who lose still win the prize

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Who see a prize to pay a price of exchanging advice

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

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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

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

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

You're my grand prize only on my second try