This is a song about "Album"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

How come you can listen to my first album

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Design an album that isn't about girls from maxim

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Hutch's new album a perfect example

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Album covers ‘n the sisters of friends

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

My shrine, this album is divine

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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