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

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

The words i couldn't say out loud were written

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch - i'm 'bout to fall

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

Got a condo on my wrist girl, i'm cashing out

My guiding light burnt out, uninvited thoughts burst loud

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

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out

Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch

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