This is a song about "What s the cost"

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

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

Hope all over again, we can start

Sometimes wonder yeah yeah what was the cost

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

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

I really can't under what s the fighting for

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more