This is a song about "Covers"

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Guess i'll slip under the covers and take the beats to self smother/

But instead i'm stuck under covers, nothing left but to smolder

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Stubborn hiding under the covers, this fighting and writing is what makes us brothers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Album covers ‘n the sisters of friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

She felt like crawling under the covers, but instead called nine one one

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Got bitches ducking under covers

Tattoo just covers cuts,

Or closed casket for our troubles