This is a song about "In front of you"

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Are laying out in front of me, but anyways, we're roses grown,

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

But when he is up rapping in front of millions

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

The good kid from the ugly city

Head to the sheets where you strip in front of me

And deal with the hell that was in front of me,

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby