This is a song about "Spanish sneaker magazine"

And there's little to be glad for

Asian girl or spanish fuck it either

Chinga tu madero i just said f*ck you in spanish

No tarot card reading; i'm foreseeing you niggas vanish

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

But the fame hasn't came 'til i'm on a magazine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,