This is a song about "Couch potato"

I might even stick my tongue out

When rapping on the couch i never think doubt,

And dip the mashed potato covered

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

Ill break you apart like a shitty couch from ikea

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Mac's the flyest in the room, yea too bad he's solo on that couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

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

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

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

Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch

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

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.