This is a song about "Album"

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Design an album that isn't about girls from maxim

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Has taken four years to just put out an album, b

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

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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