This is a song about "Couch cushions"

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch - i'm 'bout to fall

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

Mac's the flyest in the room, yea too bad he's solo on that couch

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

My all gold rolly or the

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

I want your last thoughts to be me, sitting on your couch watching glee

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch

Ill break you apart like a shitty couch from ikea

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Bring that shit the fuck back

Take her where the couch at