This is a song about "Front"

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

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

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

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

Redan road, that’s my street

Humpy dumpy, in front seat

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

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

Look, baby doll, don't lie or front

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Making records they want, that was wrecking my brilliance

But when he is up rapping in front of millions