This is a song about "Cost"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Oh don't reply you already cost me

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

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

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Must protect lil b at all cost

Cause my mother let me do what i want

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Make it in this game/ pay my dues ill make it at any cost

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

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

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel