This is a song about "The killer in front of you"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

Yellin at my father in front of the church sayin fuck you and the kindergarten priest fucker,

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Im lookin at the moment, bullets pass in front of me, in slow motion

But that was only one time

Shake that thing im in front of the line

Put in front of u the picture of the cross

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Put the words in front of my face and tell me how to relay it,

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Is when it was clear, to see in front of you, to who belongs this face is?

Backing up, like the fool you are jumping in front of a moving truck

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic