This is a song about "Steven couch"

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

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

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Ill break you apart like a shitty couch from ikea

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Snorting coke behind that couch in which you're starting to cower