This is a song about "Sofa chair"

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

I sit in my chair and never make a peep

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

Executive chair sitting decisions made

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

I try not to obey them at anytime

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time//

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Me on a track is similar to playing battleship with a mirror behind your chair

Got me engraved in this sofa, zero production is what i make.

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state