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

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I wanna be featured in a magazine, this diesel, it be my gasoline,

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

By any means necessary get campaign right

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

I kill em all slowly so i can hear them clearly, as they scream wishing it was all a dream,

Just before they seen my money in the green

I used to read word up magazine

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine