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

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

People don't condone what they've never seen

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

It used to get to me, to the old me

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

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

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,