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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I had to make a difference on rap, not comedy. i have to admit honestly,

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

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

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

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

I i used to be that guy sitting on a crate, shotting of an 8th trying to get myself paid,

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

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

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

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

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