This is a song about "Couch cushions"

Snorting coke behind that couch in which you're starting to cower

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Jam out on your damn couch

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

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

For you while you are on the couch, trying to rate it

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

I missed the couch and down i go lookin' like a bouncy ball

Take her where the couch at

Bring that shit the fuck back

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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