This is a song about "Album"

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

The greatest album ever has just been compiled

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

My shrine, this album is divine

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

If you try to sell an album it just won't #make #cents

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends