This is a song about "Ad infinitum"

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

And leave an ad on that shit

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Two hundred and a year a.d

One night love: i'mma need that

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream