This is a song about "Ad weinman"

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

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

And leave an ad on that shit

So i banged for a minute

You ain't gon find that

Two hundred and a year a.d

Badly company wants her for ad she's too fat

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

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

Ad-rock said the beat bout to drop/

That's how i got the weed spot

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix