This is a song about "Sound pound now couch"

Now drown in my sound, no clowns just the crown

I looked at him, told him sit down

You saw the feet, got stomped now you sound how lil wayne sounds

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Jam out on your damn couch

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

Us two we smoke a pound

Now that's six cops found on that ground

The proper noun to explain my offer now is lost as my outer sound

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

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

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