This is a song about "Aurora theater"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

So go ahead, hang it up in a gallery

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

And oh, i gotta find my way

They think it's a game,they tryna play

But we just looked at as ghetto entertainment

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Trshady taught me to write entertainment

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

On a battlefield of blood and distaste,

But not cool cause my house comes with

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live