This is a song about "Cover"

Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

U cover every bare

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Nothing but the cover-up, insecure inequalities

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

I do it to cover up my pain

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Or something that you paid for

Cover surgery prefer mine over

Are you perfect motherfucker

Caught in the crossfire look for cover

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

You wannabe's really need to get under cover/