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

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

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

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

My garage full of cars that bounce

Used all my money to buy a big house

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Grow it in my red house

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

And all that deep shit i was previously down for