This is a song about "It was a cover up"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

This show's wrapped, so enjoy your cover up

Well rick james, maury jane

I do it to cover up my pain

It's all good, finna dog that

It was up to me to choose it

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Nothing but the cover-up, insecure inequalities

Cops errwhere been looking for a nigga.i've hidin', i've been under cover.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are