This is a song about "Magazines"

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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Interviews, magazines, movies….

Cause there'll never be peace

Reloading my bars like magazines

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

My magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

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

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

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

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