This is a song about "Album"

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Murderin' beats? this mixtape album? i guess it's dead,

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

When my words already kill your album.

This is my new album

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

The new album is on the way, when it's

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

The haters are lickin' their fingers, waitin' for my album,

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

How come you can listen to my first album