This is a song about "Siting on the couch and smoking blunts"

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

And trying to start today with arguments

The centerfold sitting on the couch should say it all

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

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

See there no place better than the state of my mind

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound