This is a song about "Magazine"

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Like a #hustler on the #street or a new #magazine

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

But the fame hasn't came 'til i'm on a magazine

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

I got a dollar and a dream

In order to be a jock wear cool socks and be on the football team and get lean

But look at me now, cover of billboard magazine, bitches scream wow, this nigga must have cream,

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

I used to read word up magazine

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen