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

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

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

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

I shot my dad in the face

Driving my car to a foreign place

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

To livin in a house with food my stomach

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public