This is a song about "Magazines"

Interviews, magazines, movies….

I give bitches dick and leave

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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

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

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Reloading my bars like magazines

My magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/

Lets appreciate all the beauty in this life