This is a song about "Magazines"

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I'm no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life

My magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

Interviews, magazines, movies….

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

They're scrapping in alleys, acting real dandy as the magazines clappin'

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion