This is a song about "Couch potato"

That moschino shit is so back

Take her where the couch at

The centerfold sitting on the couch should say it all

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Nah, fuck that man i'm a fuckin' potato

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

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

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

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

And dip the mashed potato covered

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money