This is a song about "Frontin"

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,

Now keep frontin like you're fuckin hard and living amok

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

Keep frontin i know people that'll slap you for nothin

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Beautiful are thou, africa

You think that he frontin nigga?

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Faggots be frontin' like gangsta, when they be fuckin' with thier gay folks.

Let's pretend he wasn't poor, and not frontin' in pain,

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

You give me blue hue view, when all these others just like to be frontin'

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin