This is a song about "Cost"

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

My prints all across you but this surely will cost you

Slash your throat into tomato sauce, you'll pay the cost,

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

My polo cost ends, and bitch i'm dolo, fuck friends, so all who dont know

These natural disasters coming at a great cost

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Sadly someone i knew payed cost

So pay the cost to be the boss or pay the don respect

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

They cost me 11 million so get on your knees and treat me well.