This is a song about "Couch potato"

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

You cleaned up most but there's bits on the couch

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Maaan this couch is so comfy

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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Now i'm sitting on my couch with my hands bloody

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer