This is a song about "Magazines"

Five shots she ready to leave

Interviews, magazines, movies….

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

My magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Yet magazines still tellin me im not gettin my varsity letter yet

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

They may be in pipes but i'll be in magazines

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Takin' clips from the magazines like killers, filled up,

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Reloading my bars like magazines

I say "stay", she wanna leave