This is a song about "Couch sittin"

Ask your girl she sittin there lookin faceless

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Top ranked, number one my son

Cause the ladies love me, they be sittin'

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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

There will be no more sittin in silence,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch