This is a song about "Front"

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

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

But don't fall asleep

I'm asleep in the front seat

And she throws up whatever she eats

Make them experience with 4d front row seats

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

I'm asleep in the front seat

All these other nigas front,

And get caught, in the moment

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

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

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

Like being serious and blunt without a delirious front,