This is a song about "Couch potatoes"

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Maaan this couch is so comfy

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

Bet i'm heavy with that

Take her where the couch at

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

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

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

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

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

So while you worry about the hoes