This is a song about "Fronting"

I've been fucking fronting with you since i kicked open the damn door.

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Some of us be fronting, some of us is really criminals

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Hoe, bitch why you fronting? you ain't come up, so why you showing up?

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

And getting money is the song i sing

Came on her stomach, pull out, never fronting

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Just like them, you talking plain and fronting flashers

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

To be nothing but gold, i'm not fronting, just lets go.

Cuase if i hit em up then we fucking ain't no fronting

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something