This is a song about "Album"

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Keep that picture in your album man, it will last longer

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

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

What up girl, tell me how you been

When my words already kill your album.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Hutch's new album a perfect example