This is a song about "Chocolet covered onions"

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

And i been all around the world

And dip the mashed potato covered

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

At the funeral smiles covered, their eyes flustered as the hearses cruised

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Or else they will sit and get covered in mold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Caused with pain and agony a tragedy mentally scarred covered with

Pulled over on the way home still covered in blood

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck