This is a song about "Battle front"

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Staircase in front of me,

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

Niggas is unifying as we speak

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Fuck the rules of this battle,

I'm asleep in the front seat

Last of a dying breed

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

After our battle ill meet you out the front and you try and go me

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Like being serious and blunt without a delirious front,

And tell me why every battle

She caught up in my love triangle