This is a song about "Lib"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Born a leader, avid mad-lib reader, you fill in the blank as i take what i rake in to the bank

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

Guess i'll just write about it, ad lib