This is a song about "Cost"

Snitches here don't got no heart

So don't cross 'cause it'll cost

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

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

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

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

Monster unleashed from the gate no matter what the cost

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

These natural disasters coming at a great cost

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