This is a song about "Cover"

Government lies yes they cover shit

Now you got me hopped up on that

Cover our habitation in bullshit, no ventilation

Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration

You wannabe's really need to get under cover/

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

They tested with stress that they under

You look so shy, but it’s all a cover

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I'm gon tell ya one story and that should cover it.

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Smothered in the wonder of how she'll cover

A metaphor, for the insecure