This is a song about "Cost"

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Oh don't reply you already cost me

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

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

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Sometimes wonder yeah yeah what was the cost

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

My prints all across you but this surely will cost you

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Sadly someone i knew payed cost

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Must protect lil b at all cost

Cause my mother let me do what i want

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Before your roll get popped