This is a song about "Battle front"

Aint loyal cuz the way they front

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

People are starin at this scene up front

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

That’s only if they handle

For nother rap battle

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

And let them lames get your old number

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.

Ass need a saddle

Bet i'm top in battle/

That happen to act like a black president

I come from the slum, bitch i ain't gonna front

She all that i can handle

Fuck the rules of this battle,