This is a song about "Magazine"

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Down in miami, with a super ho team

I used to read word up magazine

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

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

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I was gonna write you a poem today

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day