This is a song about "What s the cost"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

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

Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

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

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Monster unleashed from the gate no matter what the cost

So pay the cost to be the boss or pay the don respect

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt