This is a song about "Big fore"

Gaze, fore it's time for bastards to watch the throne/

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Now get up out the store 'fore the g's let it spray

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Saw a bad bitch took her home and we fore played

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

I said, "look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Get out my way fore i shoot you like a deer.

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Gotta fix that wack 'fore you get real trapped!

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

The spirit i had 'fore i go back to the same crap