This is a song about "Ad carry"

With the city on my back i carry this town

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Guess i'll just write about it, ad lib

So get up off that slave ship

I also carry traits from my mother,

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

When life is too good to carry on

And leave an ad on that shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Just before they seen my money in the green

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

They woke me up, brought me hope for me to carry

Two hundred and a year a.d

Now you got me hopped up on that