This is a song about "Fronting"

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

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

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

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Just like them, you talking plain and fronting flashers

Not even fronting life gets hard how can it be

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

Came on her stomach, pull out, never fronting

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening