This is a song about "Cost"

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Hire to get your head tossed, but that cost,

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

Know give me a head start

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

"could of cost your life b"

And its simple as that baby

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse