This is a song about "Mobilizing the home front"

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Right flows down and they might go nice

Home of the rappin disease

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

I got a cold heart and you're in my sights so here comes the polar front

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Im the wolf in front of you sheep

I'm asleep in the front seat

More money that mean less sleep

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

I sit in the front seat to avoid getting laughed at more