This is a song about "Album"

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

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

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

I fucking hate this job

My album gonna drop

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Hutch's new album a perfect example

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will