This is a song about "Cover up"

Yer well thats a cover up

I said i don’t give a fuck

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

To hide behind the lies that cover up the demon inside

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Smother with a chloroform covered cover,

A full time sex slave, never find another

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

I was like dr. dre, though, i have to laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Nothing but the cover-up, insecure inequalities

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger