This is a song about "Cost"

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

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

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

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Sometimes wonder yeah yeah what was the cost

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

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

My prints all across you but this surely will cost you

This shit cost money and i'm always fucking broke,

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

"could of cost your life b"

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Make it in this game/ pay my dues ill make it at any cost