This is a song about "Cost"

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

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

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

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

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

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

"could of cost your life b"

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Sometimes wonder yeah yeah what was the cost

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

Plain ignored, gave your cost as a raise to all, hay was made, face and jaw

I also have a cutie to call

Of course this course comes at a cost, you of all

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth