This is a song about "Prize"

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

And get the prize, and respect you kids cant get

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

All for a prize / the winner gets to pick how all of em dies

Who see a prize to pay a price of exchanging advice

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

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

Rollin' down the four o five

Lined hides, a refined prize

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

To legitimize the prize money

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice