This is a song about "An old house my dad used to eat peaches in"

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Said my dad will molest me/ and when i'm old enough he'll put

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Grow it in my red house

Heystop running your mouth

My flow ceaseless dough needless but still save it like its peaches/

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,