This is a song about "Front"

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

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

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

Closet the size of your apartment

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

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

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

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

I've read the textbook front to back/

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Like being serious and blunt without a delirious front,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

All these other nigas front,

Trying hard to speak and