This is a song about "Steven couch"

I'm a son of a gun

Marshall faulk, steven jackson

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

For you while you are on the couch, trying to rate it

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I walk over to the couch and sit down

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

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

Ill break you apart like a shitty couch from ikea

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

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