This is a song about "Couch sound now pound"

A criminal grind nigga

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

Now drown in my sound, no clowns just the crown

Double mg shit, i put the set down

Pound for pound it could be worse

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Now when i spit it sound slurred as shit, shit,

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

I poured urine on your mouth, now you sound so pissed off

Walk that body, talk that body

Now it might sound cocky

Now move back over here to the right

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,