This is a song about "Couch"

Now i'm sitting on my couch with my hands bloody

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

I missed the couch and down i go lookin' like a bouncy ball

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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

Fuck she's dead... throw her off the couch, rest my feet on her head.

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead