This is a song about "Front"

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

I use to front like i was the baddest one,

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

All these other nigas front,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

I'm asleep in the front seat

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Like being serious and blunt without a delirious front,