This is a song about "Front"

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

People are starin at this scene up front

I call her, no answer

In front of the pastor

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I'm asleep in the front seat

Sometimes i think, what i need

Staircase in front of me,

Dc, man over money

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Like being serious and blunt without a delirious front,