This is a song about "Front"

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

And get caught, in the moment

All these other nigas front,

I'm asleep in the front seat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Make them experience with 4d front row seats

Way too big for my my fucking jeans