This is a song about "Front"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

I use to front like i was the baddest one,

Make them experience with 4d front row seats

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

I'm everything that they call nice

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

I'm asleep in the front seat

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.