This is a song about "Steven couch"

To come and change my life around

I walk over to the couch and sit down

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

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

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I was sitting on the couch trying to take a nap

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Soon i'll be like steven rider, fuck a kitten