This is a song about "Mobilizing the home front"

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Went from the 'back down' to the 'front, flip'//runts slip

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

Home of the rappin disease

But in the meantime it's lights please

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

If yall aint get it, the store is a front, front is a store

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

I'm asleep in the front seat

I’m way harder than the concrete

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.