This is a song about "Ad carry"

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Why don't we carry on tradition and inhale its essence?

Two hundred and a year a.d

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

It's trife, the strife inside this life, a knife and gun we carry,

When life is too good to carry on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

And leave an ad on that shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap