This is a song about "Front"

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Look, baby doll, don't lie or front

Can barely walk the city streets

Make them experience with 4d front row seats

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

I'm asleep in the front seat

The revolution will proceed

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

I use to front like i was the baddest one,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

Like being serious and blunt without a delirious front,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government