This is a song about "Cost"

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

My prints all across you but this surely will cost you

Hire to get your head tossed, but that cost,

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped

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

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

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

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

With business hoes an college strippers

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