This is a song about "Couch cushions"

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

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Fuck she's dead... throw her off the couch, rest my feet on her head.

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

You cleaned up most but there's bits on the couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

I walk over to the couch and sit down

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Ill break you apart like a shitty couch from ikea

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra