This is a song about "Front"

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

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

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Look, baby doll, don't lie or front

Have no souls indeed

Humpy dumpy, in front seat

I wish you were in front of me,i'd take you live

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

I sit in the front seat to avoid getting laughed at more

Staircase in front of me,

Let me rideuntil i get free

I've read the textbook front to back/

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns