This is a song about "Magazine"

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

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

I used to read word up magazine

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

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