This is a song about "Album"

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Has taken four years to just put out an album, b

When my words already kill your album.

Cold, my style making my nose run

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

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

This is my new album

I'm a son of gun

But, tomorrow's uncertainty promotes the urgency in this shit i'mma say

Collapse, recovery, relapse eminem's 2 album titles in a cliche

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

Just another product of this matrix