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

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

On cocaine to try and cover up her pain

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

Floor seats at that wizards game

I do it to cover up my pain

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Try to make another recording the cover was playboy mansion.

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

This show's wrapped, so enjoy your cover up

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

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