This is a song about "Cost"

And inside they think rap's soft

Must protect lil b at all cost

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

My prints all across you but this surely will cost you

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Hire to get your head tossed, but that cost,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Oh don't reply you already cost me

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

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

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

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

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

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat