This is a song about "Couch potato"

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

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Look, she so stingy with vagina

Casting couch, two interviews, uh

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

And dip the mashed potato covered

Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch

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

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Jam out on your damn couch

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

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree