This is a song about "Front"

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.

I wish you were in front of me,i'd take you live

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Like being serious and blunt without a delirious front,

Aint loyal cuz the way they front

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Staircase in front of me,

Do you think i'm crazy