This is a song about "Subscribing to my magazine"

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

I used to read word up magazine

I wanna be featured in a magazine, this diesel, it be my gasoline,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Lady at the frank stand will

To rap to my full potential

Depreciating my medication to

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

It’s not a game, hold your dame

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Like a #hustler on the #street or a new #magazine