This is a song about "Tim price"

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Commin out, tryna bounce, fisher price

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

And the man knew her services carried a price

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Eat your bread and spread the threat that theres a price

But now i’m at the age where i can understand the price

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

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

How much is enough for you, if only you control the price

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Realizing the price