This is a song about "Frontin"

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

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

You think that he frontin nigga?

They claim it as their own, africa

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

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

But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option

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

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

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Government is frontin, homeland bought a billion rounds of ammo

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