This is a song about "Front"

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

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

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

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

I come from the slum, bitch i ain't gonna front

With such an ugly picture in it and

Have no souls indeed

I'm asleep in the front seat

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

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

Because i see right through your disguise

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