This is a song about "Sound pound couch proud loud out"

Bill leaned out the window,shot into the crowd and all heard was loud,

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

I'd rather be proud to get by, like when frankie came out

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I'd rather be proud to get by, like when frankie came out

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

A military mind mean money

Well mine speaks out loud for me

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

I rap to myself out loud about how beautiful the day

Jam out on your damn couch

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

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

Feelin' more doubt now? kill your worn out sound.