This is a song about "Couch potatoes"

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

Like a line full of hoes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

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

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Jam out on your damn couch

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

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

Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch