This is a song about "Couch sound now pound"

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Around, now listen to the sound, you here that? thats my battlecry, now its time

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

Your gonna be on top nigga

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Six feet under you's won't be making a sound, now i've taken control

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole