This is a song about "Album"

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

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

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

The greatest album ever has just been compiled

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

When my words already kill your album.

How i'm outgoing but don't be going out

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

Hutch's new album a perfect example

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

My album gonna drop

Just searching for the perfect shot