This is a song about "Ad carry"

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Workin' like a robot, and carry the heavy cannon,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

You assume the role and carry your weight

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/

That cellphone that i bought

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Whips they cant afford to carry

And leave an ad on that shit

I put the nigga in his casket