This is a song about "Cost"

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

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

Monster unleashed from the gate no matter what the cost

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

And i don't want

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Oh don't reply you already cost me

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed