This is a song about "Front"

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

I sit in the front seat to avoid getting laughed at more

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Look, baby doll, don't lie or front

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

People are starin at this scene up front

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend