This is a song about "Front"

I'm asleep in the front seat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Me and my peeps often meet

Humpy dumpy, in front seat

I don't know why i'm even on this track

I've read the textbook front to back/

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

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

Like being serious and blunt without a delirious front,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

But got comma’s in my statement

Aint loyal cuz the way they front

How simple they are

In front of the pastor