This is a song about "Lying on the couch"

Take her where the couch at

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

When i turn left or right i see dead in the night, lying on the street they got cold feet,

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

You need to step back and zone in why i regret those nights on the couch or

I'm a muh fucking stoner like a boulder on the couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch