This is a song about "Magazine"

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

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

Not to mention wale is on the way

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

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