This is a song about "Cost"

This shit cost money and i'm always fucking broke,

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

These natural disasters coming at a great cost

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Sadly someone i knew payed cost

Snitches here don't got no heart

Must protect lil b at all cost

And inside they think rap's soft

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

And my bank account look just like a phone card

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

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

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

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