This is a song about "Front"

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Cause everyone dreams of the millionaire's life

I wish you were in front of me,i'd take you live

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

If yall aint get it, the store is a front, front is a store

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Make them experience with 4d front row seats

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

I use to front like i was the baddest one,

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block