This is a song about "Cozy lounge"

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

They make me feel warm and cozy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

Normally i wouldn't take you from your cozy little home,

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

I wish that i was sleeping in my bed cozy just dreaming

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Where the fuck is he at? i'm lonely, he's probably cozy.

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

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