This is a song about "Ad infinitum"

Two hundred and a year a.d

And i got that bait, they all bad

Can't win with a passive attack

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Guess i'll just write about it, ad lib

I got two whole tears in a bucket

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

And leave an ad on that shit

And you all will respect that

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits