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

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

In my house i'm all alone

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

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

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,

And i put you on the team

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

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

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Used all my money to buy a big house

My garage full of cars that bounce

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school