This is a song about "Album"

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

From "infinite" down to the last "relapse" album

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

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

When my words already kill your album.

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

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

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

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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