This is a song about "Album"

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

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

The greatest album ever has just been compiled

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

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

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

And one day i gonna have album debut,

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

How come you can listen to my first album

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Influenced by the album illmatic, nas killed it and i could fell the magic.

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

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man