This is a song about "Album"

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

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

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Collapse, recovery, relapse eminem's 2 album titles in a cliche

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

I can't fake a whole album that would say, i don't care

When my words already kill your album.

Come get some, you little bum

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens