This is a song about "Magazine"

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

You know we kick it like everyday

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

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

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

People don't condone what they've never seen

I used to read word up magazine

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Your career hash tag, a teen 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