This is a song about "Front"

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

Went from the 'back down' to the 'front, flip'//runts slip

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

I'm asleep in the front seat

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Like being serious and blunt without a delirious front,

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace