This is a song about "Cost"

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

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

"could of cost your life b"

Oops, i'm so sorry

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

People will follow me in the masses i am a boss now the real cost

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

You think your fly as fuck and got the cost to be the boss?

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Sadly someone i knew payed cost

That cost her life when she spotted quartz, blurred lights,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights