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

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

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

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Don't you fall from grace

I shot my dad in the face

Used to bump the old school shit, you know the classics,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids