This is a song about "Ad it"

Whatever started it

About some tyga beef shit

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

The master of this rap shit

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.

You, you, you have to pay for that

And leave an ad on that shit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

Yes we bout it bout it/

That real life shit

Another love song about shit

Just screaming fuck it i made it

I know what you do with that

And i mean it (and i mean it)