This is a song about "Couch cushions"

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

Jam out on your damn couch

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Now i'm sitting on my couch with my hands bloody

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

I was sitting on the couch trying to take a nap

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Maaan this couch is so comfy