This is a song about "The price of potted shrimp in central zimbabwe"

When the club gets played

With his blood, the price was paid.

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Who see a prize to pay a price of exchanging advice

We hustle to survive

Realizing the price

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

But i question, you react like an addict to the price of drugs

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

I'm the top dog and you just some shrimp shit

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Just go easy on yourself instead of paying the price."

They fasting they won't leave me ate

In him my price is paid!