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

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

So like i said before don't act a fool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

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

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

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

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

My garage full of cars that bounce

Grow it in my red house

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever