This is a song about "Aurora boxing club"

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Pull up in the car open the lambo mercy latch

I'll knock him back, i got punchlines like a boxing match,

Cant get no resident. i hit the club and spend your paycheck,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Em starting, 50 staring, gaga, game starting

On a block after a match of boxing

Are going to make me cross the border, to insanity to aurora columbine/

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

When my song play the whole club fucking lost it

2 girls 1 cup

Talking about fight club,