This is a song about "Album"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

I go, in when i start putting words out

If my album don't sell guess i'll scream and shout

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

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

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

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

How come you can listen to my first album

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

From "infinite" down to the last "relapse" album