This is a song about "Magazines"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

My magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

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

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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

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

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

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Reloading my bars like magazines

I say "stay", she wanna leave

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.