This is a song about "Futon"

Go buy yourself a pen 'n a pad,

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Looked around the room that's when i seen her bedroom door shut

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Go in the room and shut the bedroom door and wake up in an ambulance

Me? i'm never sleeping, only seeking the meaning

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch