This is a song about "Rent a homies"

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I got a friend named chris rent

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

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

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

So raw i don't even have to pay rent

But a lot of my homies like to tote the laser beams

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Y'all funny acting like y'all hard but you can't pay your rent

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Cuz at the time, we couldn't pay the rent