This is a song about "Prize"

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

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

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

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

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

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

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

He said i'll give you a prize, just name a price.

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

And there's little to be glad for

You ll still be a prize winner

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow