This is a song about "Album cover"

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

From "infinite" down to the last "relapse" album

This show's wrapped, so enjoy your cover up

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

You look so shy, but it’s all a cover

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/

A thug niggas in tha house

You cover your pretty mouth

The greatest album ever has just been compiled

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

My album gonna drop

That means i have no block