This is a song about "Steven couch"

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

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

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

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

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

Maaan this couch is so comfy

Off of your melody

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch