This is a song about "Album"

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Hutch's new album a perfect example

High on loud when i be ridin' out

If my album don't sell guess i'll scream and shout

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

And one day i gonna have album debut,

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Come get some, you little bum

When my words already kill your album.

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear