This is a song about "Cover up"

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

You wannabe's really need to get under cover/

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Bound to hit a bitch with a man-hoe cover

We getting money, you can face the facts

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

I rather give you my last to see you live again

On cocaine to try and cover up her pain

This show's wrapped, so enjoy your cover up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

I was with this one girl who was innocent from the cover

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Nothing but the cover-up, insecure inequalities