This is a song about "Front"

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

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

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

I've read the textbook front to back/

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

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

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

Cause some of you bitches funny

Staircase in front of me,

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

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit