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

My guiding light burnt out, uninvited thoughts burst loud

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

I rap to myself out loud about how beautiful the day

Couch. he reached in and pulled out a little baggie and this is where the cocaine

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Speed up, patience, please cause

Loud sound, big colors when the lights off

I prefer your applause without a handout

No i'm not fucking proud, i'm just letting it out

There's just something about my sound that you can't figure out,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Yea and this is something to think about

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

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