This is a song about "Couch sound now pound"

Pound for pound it could be worse

Strumming my pain with his fingers

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Now it might sound cocky

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Feelin' more doubt now? kill your worn out sound.

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

A criminal grind nigga

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

The proper noun to explain my offer now is lost as my outer sound

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Let me tell you now i sound like i'm doing speed