This is a song about "My couch"

Snorting coke behind that couch in which you're starting to cower

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

For you while you are on the couch, trying to rate it

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

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

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Jam out on your damn couch