This is a song about "Couch cushions"

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

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

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

I walk over to the couch and sit down

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

But make it in time for shitty re-runs of rocket power

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

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Ill break you apart like a shitty couch from ikea

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

When rapping on the couch i never think doubt,