This is a song about "Album cover"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

On a little secret, don't judge a book by it's cover

When my words already kill your album.

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Smother with a chloroform covered cover,

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

They bringing me fish and chips

You better cover your ears

We fuckin' it up this summer

You look so shy, but it’s all a cover

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

The haters are lickin' their fingers, waitin' for my album,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

You cover your pretty mouth

Hutch's new album a perfect example

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will