This is a song about "Cost"

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

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

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

So here i am at the store for some chips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion

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

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Sometimes wonder yeah yeah what was the cost

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

"could of cost your life b"

No it ain't easy