This is a song about "Sofa"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

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

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

Yeah, one time for the

We rest on the sofa

I try to tell them i'm one of the

That pisses on a sofa.

Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

'nova- i'll sit on my sofa and shit in your soda

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma