This is a song about "Ad rayan"

Bouncin around so much shit look like i got ad-hd,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

It shows i know a bit

And leave an ad on that shit

Two hundred and a year a.d

All i need is the notepad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

Guess i'll just write about it, ad lib

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets