This is a song about "Sitting on the couch trying to make a rap"

Trying to help the race, at a drastic pace, not make it poorer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

A nice guy, trying to get by, on the outside filled with life

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

I want your last thoughts to be me, sitting on your couch watching glee

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

We all simple human beings trying to make a place.

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

On the couch with my homies, watching comedy central with a cold soda

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Me move to a higher level i'm just sitting on the steps

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that