This is a song about "Magazines"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

Reloading my bars like magazines

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

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

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

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

My magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/

Have you ever felt like, like you never get life

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows