This is a song about "Ad"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/

The door crack, niggas all black

Two hundred and a year a.d

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

Guess i'll just write about it, ad lib

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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