This is a song about "Sound pound now couch"

Pound for pound it could be worse

When they twist and talk with they fingers

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

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Now it might sound cocky

We like to party

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Now i'm sitting on my couch with my hands bloody

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

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

Jam out on your damn couch