This is a song about "Steven 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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out

When rapping on the couch i never think doubt,

Ill break you apart like a shitty couch from ikea

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch

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

Top ranked, number one my son

Marshall faulk, steven jackson