This is a song about "Magazines"

My magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

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

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Reloading my bars like magazines

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Interviews, magazines, movies….

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds