This is a song about "Album"

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

See you in reduction- my first album friends!

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Everybody put three fingers in the air

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

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

My shrine, this album is divine

Huh, got to get better with time

Design an album that isn't about girls from maxim

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them