This is a song about "Front lines"

I'm asleep in the front seat

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Catchdubs you a motherfucker

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

And it starts cruising through blue lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Welcome to organized side of real lines

People are starin at this scene up front

Closet the size of your apartment

All the time with this glock of mines

Slowed it down so now these lines,

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different