This is a song about "Ad"

Two hundred and a year a.d

You ain't gon find that

? all white but the phantom is all black

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/

By any means, if ya like it or not

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

And leave an ad on that shit

How bout we blow this bit

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

Cause if your threats are anything to go by ad say you were a bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image