This is a song about "Ad infinitum"

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Cause if your threats are anything to go by ad say you were a bitch

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

I don't want it on my back

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

And leave an ad on that shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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