This is a song about "Magazines"

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

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

Reloading my bars like magazines

In private, not public in the streets

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

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

My magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life