This is a song about "Album"

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

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

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

The greatest album ever has just been compiled

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

How come you can listen to my first album

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

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

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire