This is a song about "Rent"

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Would if you grew up and couldn't pay rent, cursed tomorrow,

Powered milk, late for rent, free lunch, and then hip hop,

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I got a friend named chris rent

Definitely if the rent is due

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

But by the time you get the check its time for the rent

Ain't no doubt about it, barely pays rent, now a power outage,

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

My chain's so peng, every folks wanna rent

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Made the bed, gave me head, "here's eighty cents, go pay the rent",