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

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

And pray for better days

I shot my dad in the face

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

In my house i'm all alone

On my way back home

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

My parents went away on a week's vacation and