This is a song about "Magazine"

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

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

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

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

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean