This is a song about "Magazine"

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

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

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

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

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

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

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

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

People don't condone what they've never seen