This is a song about "Front"

I'm asleep in the front seat

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Staircase in front of me,

If you ain't about money

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

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'm asleep in the front seat

Nightmare on any street

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

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

Because i see right through your disguise

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

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