This is a song about "My friend rena"

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

My best friend who's not there

I'm love stoned and i could swear

It was '09, and i was hangin' with my rich black friend,

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Hold my tears i tried my best

And she wanted the parts of my friend

My best friend died while i vacated,

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

It's not all bad, he says he'll be my friend

My best friend told me everything

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Well you must tell it to escape my friend