This is a song about "Sitting on the couch"

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

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Sitting on the floor cuz you know i want more

Jam out on your damn couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge