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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

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

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

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

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