This is a song about "Album"

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

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

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

And one day i gonna have album debut,

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

Keep that picture in your album man, it will last longer

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

When my words already kill your album.

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

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