This is a song about "Ad infinitum"

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Told you camp lo was my favorite

And leave an ad on that shit

Guess i'll just write about it, ad lib

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets