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To me, this song is about losing yourself; not to drugs, women or alcohol... but to your own ego.
"All my clothes designer...(woah)/
All my bitches foreign, I got quite the lineup/
They like, oh my, where'd you find her/"
"What's the cost now/
For the women and the drugs/
The bottles in the clubs/
The bitches showing love/
What's the cost now/"