This is a song about "Album"

When my words already kill your album.

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

It ain't where i been

This is my new album

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Design an album that isn't about girls from maxim

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette