This is a song about "Cost"

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

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

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

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

"could of cost your life b"

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

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

You think your fly as fuck and got the cost to be the boss?

Sometimes wonder yeah yeah what was the cost

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve