This is a song about "Prize"

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

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

After the gold prize when i get it you bet ill treasure it

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Lined hides, a refined prize

Rollin' down the four o five

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

And get the prize, and respect you kids cant get

She's flawless like some uncut ice

And see that she is the real #1 prize

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

You should prize your lives cause there's no sequel

Of finding myself as an individual

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

Despise us, we're deprived of a slice of the cake prize,