This is a song about "Couch potato"

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

I'm a muh fucking stoner like a boulder on the couch

Jam out on your damn couch

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

But you know i control your soul, motherfucker do what your told

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

But make it in time for shitty re-runs of rocket power