This is a song about "Couch"

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I walk over to the couch and sit down

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Where you welcome to problems

On the couch, wasted giving no fucks

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Ill break you apart like a shitty couch from ikea

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

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

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

Mac's the flyest in the room, yea too bad he's solo on that couch