This is a song about "Cost"

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

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Jesus paid the cost no i'm not ashamed, i came to proclaim god's name; he

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

The real cost is being lost heartless frost in my fuckin playscape no escape

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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

My polo cost ends, and bitch i'm dolo, fuck friends, so all who dont know

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

Just remember i'll forever disperse these words, until im dead in a hearse

When they here today what you say to them

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion