T.A.C. - Late Night Ads [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro)
Where is my 40, I can't find my 40

(Verse 1)

Tac, Daft Litty, ampersand
A bunch of girls with accents and
A fucking wifey type that looks like, Abella Anderson
I'm leader, I get 10 percent
The city I will represent
A bunch of trap lovers that don't like it if the snares aren't in
Blunts rotate like windmills
The pills make em look fine
Some 40s, some girls thats 19
Ha, That's 69
I am doing it dude
I said I'm doing it dude
I said look through my photo albums
I got nudes, I got nudes
I make your girl go (Argh)
I make your friends go (Damn)
I know you getting jelly at my jams
(Disgusting noise)
Shine bright on a rainy day
Every day is pay me day
Denzel from Training Day
Never sold but gaining weight
In due time, I'll turn in
Turn up
Burn one
Always give you love like my third son
Or my grandson
Lunch box filled, with those things they show on PSA's
Walk around no problem, Welcome to the USA
Drones flying around, But they're not the ones I'm looking for
Bitches come about, bring out the vacuum on the seventh floor
Ex girlfriend told me less is more
Doesn't count on dick size
She used to complain
That I'm the one that made her cry
And not walk for weeks
Not my fault your weak
Didn't wear a rubber
Hoping i Don't see a leak
Poor niggas always drop they two cents
You should save your money for some new kicks
And try to
Try to
Beat the flow