This is a song about "Steven couch"

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

On the couch, wasted giving no fucks

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

To worry about me and my bro steven

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Ill break you apart like a shitty couch from ikea

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

Mac's the flyest in the room, yea too bad he's solo on that couch