This is a song about "Front"

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.

A metaphor, for the insecure

I'm asleep in the front seat

Sometimes i think, what i need

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I've read the textbook front to back/

The door crack, niggas all black

In front of the pastor

How the fuck a deal matter

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

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

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

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