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

I shot my dad in the face

Haven't slept for days

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

He been waiting for his connection to come

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

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

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under