This is a song about "Front"

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

People are starin at this scene up front

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

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

And more than confident

Aint loyal cuz the way they front

Closet the size of your apartment

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

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

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit