This is a song about "Cost"

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Jesus paid the cost no i'm not ashamed, i came to proclaim god's name; he

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

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

The real cost is being lost heartless frost in my fuckin playscape no escape

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

But tupac got shot and cost my dad more than a dime

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

"could of cost your life b"

I’m a hustla, baby