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

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

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Used all my money to buy a big house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Grow it in my red house