This is a song about "Cost"

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

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

Oh don't reply you already cost me

High heel wearer, hell of a body

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

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Must protect lil b at all cost

So rest your weary heart

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

My prints all across you but this surely will cost you

Hire to get your head tossed, but that cost,

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

Dubai, i been there -- but fuck that, we in here