This is a song about "Front"

Like being serious and blunt without a delirious front,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Went from the 'back down' to the 'front, flip'//runts slip

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

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

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

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Humpy dumpy, in front seat

Indubitably i'm too street

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

I use to front like i was the baddest one,

People are starin at this scene up front

This how i hear it different