This is a song about "Magazine"

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

She will never get by, no how no way

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

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Miami nights, it was all a dream

I used to read word up magazine

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

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

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