This is a song about "Couch potato"

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

I'm mixed, bringing latvian potato skills and latino heat

And dip the mashed potato covered

That we picked up at the last concert

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

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

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

The centerfold sitting on the couch should say it all

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol