This is a song about "Album"

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

Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain

He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Hutch's new album a perfect example

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

My album gonna drop

I fucking hate this job

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

And one day i gonna have album debut,

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

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

That whatever it creates it will land in the head