This is a song about "Cost"

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

My prints all across you but this surely will cost you

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

Sometimes wonder yeah yeah what was the cost

Cause my mother let me do what i want

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

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped

These natural disasters coming at a great cost