This is a song about "Sitting on a couch"

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Mac's the flyest in the room, yea too bad he's solo on that couch

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

Let me see you walk

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

You cleaned up most but there's bits on the couch

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

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

You're so white, my blinkers don't work