This is a song about "Niggas fronting"

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

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

Just like them, you talking plain and fronting flashers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years