This is a song about "Ad weinman"

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

Two hundred and score years and a year a.d

She got something i never had

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

See i let my nigga split that

And leave an ad on that shit

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

We all here, from the dealers to the kids