This is a song about "Couch potatoes"

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

I'm a muh fucking stoner like a boulder on the couch

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

Big homie hov said i am close

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

I was sitting on the couch trying to take a nap

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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging