This is a song about "Ad infinitum"

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

This is why her nigga mad

Two hundred and a year a.d

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

Bouncin around so much shit look like i got ad-hd,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I could smoke and go delta, but this isnt dnd, this is a2d,

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

Im sayin one night my love is like that