This is a song about "Magazine"

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

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

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

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Exclusives, y'all never seen

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light