This is a song about "Front ensemble"

Staircase in front of me,

Than the muse of a family

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

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

About disaster in the world and

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

I got a cold heart and you're in my sights so here comes the polar front

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

I'm asleep in the front seat

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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