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

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Heystop running your mouth

Grow it in my red house

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

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

I shot my dad in the face

Yeah hail mary full of grace