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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

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

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Said my dad will molest me/ and when i'm old enough he'll put

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change